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THE CHURNING SONG.
Apron on and dash in hand,
O’er the old churn here I stand —
How the thick cream spurts and flies,
Now on shoes and now in eyes!
Ah! how soon I tired get!
But the butter lingers yet;
Aching back and weary arm,
Quite rob churning of its charm!
See the golden specks appear!
And the churn rings sharp and clear —
Arms, that have to flag begun,
Work on, you will soon be done —
Rich flakes cling to lid and dash;
Hear the thin milk’s watery splash!
Sweetest music to the ear,
For it says the butter’s here!
— Silas Dinsmore, in St Nicholas.
The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Mar 4, 1899