A warning for bedtime,
you sisters and brudders:
the centicow tickles
your face with her udders.

When it’s lighttime she hides
under covers and sheets
by night she emerges
toting hundreds of teats.

If you feel one don’t move
and don’t start boo-hooing,
just relax and enjoy
the sound of her mooing.

Keep milking pails handy,
you better have plenty,
and cookies for dunking.
I recommend centi.