The Question

[mme_n_b]

The Question

I wonder if the old cow died or not.

Gey bad she was the night I left, and sick.

Dick reckoned she would mend. He knows a lot--

At least he fancies so himself, does Dick.

Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did wrong

To leave the cow to him, and come away.

Over and over like a silly song

These words keep humming in my head all day.

And all I think of, as I face the foe

And take my lucky chance of being shot,

Is this - that if I'm hit, I'll never know

Till Doomsday if the old cow died or not.