Anna-bell had a cowbell and she lived on a farm. She ate hay in the day and chewed cud all night long.

She waddled in winter but ran throughout summer and waited until autumn was warm. She walked when she shivered, and mooed when she faltered, but never was left there alone.

A big old red rooster sat proud in the clover and crowed until morning would come. On fortune, on freedom, on clover, on deeds done — he sat…