Here you will find the Poem The Milkman of poet Christopher Morley
EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs, You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his horses hoofs; You hear the bottles clinking, and then he drives away: You yawn in bed, turn over, and begin another day! The old-time dairy maids are dear to every poet's heart- I'd rather be the dairy man and drive a little cart, And bustle round the village in the early morning blue, And hang my reigns upon a hook, as I've seen Casey do.
