To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.


The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems (ed. 2015)


To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.