was very still. It wasn't wavy at
all. And as she leaned over to drink, she saw herself in the water. My
mercy! but she was shocked!

"My horns are straight!" she screamed, "and I want them curly!" She ran
to the old mother cow and had what her mother called the "Krink-kranks."
She jumped up and down and bellowed: "My horns are straight and I want
them curly!"

The old mother cow was giving her new baby some milk. It made her cross
to hear Wonderful-cow-that-never-was having krink-kranks over her horns.
"Horns grow the way they grow!" she remarked crossly. "So what are you
going to do about it?"

"Something!" answered the young cow. "I'm not
Wonderful-cow-that-never-was for nothing!" And she stopped having
krink-kranks and went off. She stayed away all day and when she did come
back, her horns were curled up tight! And she was chewing and smiling
and chewing and smiling.

"What have you done now?" gasped the old mother cow. "I never saw horns
curled so crumply!"

The young cow smiled and said:

"I'm a wonderful cow
And I don't know how
Such wonderful things I do!
I curl my horn
On the cob of a corn
And smile whenever I chew,
I do,
I smile whenever I chew!"

"And here is the corn cob I curled them on," she said, opening her
mouth. And sure enough, there was the corn cob!

Now Wonderful-cow-that-never-was got queerer and queerer until the
farmer thought her a little _too_ queer. She was very proud of her
crumpled horns and tried to hook everyone on them. Once she tore the
farmer's coat trying to hook him. And once she _did_ toss him up. She
watched him in the air and all she said was "He's up now, but he'll come
down some time." And bang! So he did!

Finally one terrible day, they tied her tight and cut off her horns. She
was never the same afterwards. She couldn't hook any more. "I don't
care about being queer any more," she said to her mother. And she
wasn't. She stopped standing on her head. She never pulled off another
ear. She never broke her tail again and of course she never curled her
horns again. Because she hadn't any! "After all," she said, "it's
wonderful enough just to be a cow and have four stomachs and chew cud
and give milk and have a baby each Spring!" And that's what she's doing
now!

She's a wonderful cow,
And anyhow
She does a wonderful thing!
She wallows in mud,
She chews her cud,
And has a baby in Sp