There was a little man and he had a little cow,

There was a little man and he had a little cow,
And he had no fodder to give her,
So he took up his fiddle and played her this tune,
Consider, good cow, consider,
This is n't the time for the grass to grow,
Consider, good cow, consider.
So the poor little cow lay down on her side,
And considered, and considered, and considered, till she died.