You know the thing I really need
Hey friends and kin, to this take heed!
I love that cheese and sweet ice cream
A round of gouda is my dream
I’ll take it soured, whipped, fermented
For all things dairy I’m demented!
I know this habit is expensive
To ask for gift, I’m apprehensive
This daft request I hope I get
Should not put you in any debt
No contract signed with Rumplestiltskin
Just get for me eight maids a-milkin’!
To have all dairy that I want
Is tease to me you dare not taunt
Unless delivered to my door
Eight able gals with milk to pour
What bliss on land in which to wallow
A boon that I may eat and swallow
To have in butter, all I want
Though I’m lactose intolerant!
I care not if my guts revolt
If every meal my bowels jolt
For there is no tastes that compare
To creamy brie and camembert
So to my list I’ll gladly add
The greatest gift I’ve ever had
What joy if you procured somehow-
Eight maids, eight buckets and one cow…