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The Milk has Turned


The milk has turned,
Full sour gone.
That sour milk my taste has spurned,
And the mush that lies within my bowl
I will not put that milk upon.
For if I partake of that milk so sour,
I will wear on my face a look most dour:
When out to the sheepfold to gather wool -
For I shall be most sourfull.