This was sent to my farmer with no indication of who wrote it so I can’t give any credit to its creator.
A Five Day Cow
I long for a cow of modern make
That milks five days for leisure’s sake;
That sleeps on Saturday and rests on Sunday,
To start again afresh on Monday.
Oh! For a herd beyond suggestion
Of staggers, bloat or indigestion;
That never bothers to excite us
With chills or fever or mastitis.
I sigh for a new and better breed
That takes less grooming and less feed;
That has the reason, will and wisdom
To use a seat and flushing system.
I pray each weekend long and clear,
Less work to do from year to year;
And cows that reach production peak
All in a five-day working week.
Oh why don’t the scientific bods,
Firmly entrenched in their cushy jobs,
Show these ignorant breeders how
To propagate a five-day cow?
Homepaddock 
I found a clipping my grandmother made from the Enumclaw (WA) paper with this poem. I started googling to try to find the credit and year when this was originally created and by whom. Your blog is what I’ve found so far.
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I found this in the Dairy Exporter magazine in the 1970’s. I had it printed and inserted it in my Christmas cards which were posted out to all my friends. As a city girl few off them really understood what it was like milking and raising 4 children and organising sport fixtures for them to attend and transport to these. So consequently it stuck in my mind and today I Googled and found this post. I think it was on the “”””Womens Page””” section of the Exporter at the time.I am uncertain if all the wording is the same as what I saw in the 70’s but the message is surely similar.. Nostalgia!!!!
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This was originally printed in the Farmers Weekly magazine a long long time ago. We used to have a copy of it that somebody had had hand painted and framed. I think a neighbouring farmer gave it to us. I used to have it hung on the wall in the dairy where I used to be bottling our home produced milk, by hand ready for the milkround. That has to be at least 50 years ago, and the poem was already old by then. A few of the words were different and I don’t recall the last verse atall.
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