From Rude Rural Rhymes by Bob Adams, New York: The Macmillan Company; 1925; pp. 80-81.
MAN NEEDS THEM STILL
The hired men between their chews
Had stopped and spat and aired their views
Where listening cows could hear the news.
So Jersey Jane nudged Guernsey Ann,
Shifted her cud and thus began:
“I hear this Henry Ford allows
That he can make some flivver cows,
And since he never works by halves,
No doubt some motorcycle calves.
Do you believe, good sister Ann,
That we shall lose our use to man?
Is our long history complete,
And will they make us into meat?”
Said Guernsey Ann to Jersey Jane:
“I share your fears, I share your pain.”
To hold his peace no longer able,
Thus spake old Dobbin from his stable:
“O pray excuse this horse laugh grinny,
But wouldn’t Lizzie’s milk be tinny?
It makes me smile, it makes me snicker,
It makes me whinny, neigh and nicker.
Your dams have known the herdsman’s care
Since Eve was young and Eden fair.
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You topped with cream man’s coffee cup
Ere good old Hector was a pup,
And folks won’t risk their lights and livers
By drinking milk that comes from flivvers.
So Jane and Ann pray cease to weep,
Swallow your cuds and go to sleep.
You still shall serve your human lords
In spite of fifty Henry Fords.”