Poem

A friend and I were talking about the gum/librarian thing (did a librarian or teacher ever make you spit gum out into her or his hand?) and it made me think of a poem my Gan learned from the nuns in Catholic school:

When asked to compare a gum-chewing girl and a cud-chewing cow,
the only difference that I'll allow
is the intelligent look on the face of the cow.