What have we learned this year at Milkman Academy?
|In Milkman’s school, I learned to moo|
And milk, and rake, and brush;
I learned to like the sunrise sky…
I fed the pigs their mush.
Math was counting fresh-laid eggs
And literature was sleeping.
History? The Milkman’s tales
And music, new-chick peeping.
Gym class lasted all day long
And foal’s first breath a science.
Detention was a dirty chore;
Farm justice for defiance.
In Milkman’s school, I learned to write
With paw, or hoof, and ink –
The poetry of farming school
is sweet, warm milk to drink.