Hey Lynn,
I read your most applicable rhyme and couldn't help but want to see this type of ending...

She was swaying and swerving,
It was all quite unnerving,
Cause it took her so long to return.

And now with milk from her udder,
when we try to make butter
instead, it's buttered rum that we churn.

(I'm sure you can come up with an even better one wherein the result of the cow drinking the booze comes full circle!)

"And, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." Paul McCartney