The Gentle Milk Jug Blue And White I Love With All My Soul, She Pours Herself With All Her Might To Fill My Breakfast Bowl. All Day She Sits Upon The Shelf, She Does Not Jump Or Climb-- She Only Waits To Pour Herself When 'Tis My Supper-Time. And When The Jug Is Empty Quite, I Shall Not Mew In Vain, The Friendly Cow, All Red And White, Will Fill Her Up Again.