Milk the cows of gladness, before they all run dry.
Search the rim of madness, before you lean and sigh.
Feed the hay of havoc to the mouths that starve for such,
And milk the cows of gladness with a firm and gentle touch.

Churn the butter of happiness,
Milk the cows of gladness,
Put them out to pasture beneath the olive trees,
So they might feed and flourish in abundance,
And you and I may live.