Milkshakes

Milkshakes come from cows

And shoes are made of leather

Exhaustion comes from running

And blue skies from pink-night weather

Lemons come from green trees

Fall comes from yellow leaves

Frost comes from nights of full moons

So winter wears woolen sleeves

Spring hops into the air

Like a rush of morning song

That sends the cows a chewing

to make milkshakes all along