Babies

We all are babies sometime in our life
Every single one of us,that said
How is it that dairy farmers have no pang
Of consciousness
When they remove the calf
And shoot it dead

How can they let the milk production
Happen
But take the calf from its mother anyway
If the calf does not get milk
Of course the soul will die
Except the calf is worthless so they say

And so the farmer sells the milk
To humans
And probably drinks some of it
In his tea
Meanwhile the calf is pining
For its mother
And it’s mother she is beside herself
For she

Carried that wee soul for 9 months
Of her life
The aggravation and the love she bore
And as soon as it was born
Then It was kidnapped
Strife and stress and angst
Was her’s for sure

Look at the cows when the calves
Are left to be with them
This is motherhood it’s a natural way
They are happy everyone is happy
But not the dairy farmer
Till YOU pay

Then of course they are happy
With Money in tHe bank
The little calf is pet food
Or veal
And has you to thank

Then the baby ape or monkey
Cute and sweet and pure
But the university wants them
To work out someone’s cure
Well not to actually help us
Just an experiment
Stitch their eyelids
So they cannot see
Just where they went

And off they go to surgery
And back they come to rest
And off they go to surgery
I promise I don’t jest
So much experimentation
So much awful pain
Stitches clips and scalpels
Again and again and again

We all were babies one time
And supposing what they had done
Was Killed us or experimented on us
And did it just for fun
Imagine what society might have made of that

But goes along with calves and kids and apes and monkeys at
The farm or university
Who Didn’t do a thing
To earn the right to die
Like that it has that familiar ring

But money is the answer
It clouds the human mind
It puts aside the angst
And woe
And kind of helps to bring
Happiness back to farmers and consumers
Right away
The farmer gets his money and the consumer
Likes to pay