Lobster pretty lady crustacean

Whispering quietly into the ears
Of the ethically sensible hearing her tears
Fall from her eyes into a pot
Cooking the beautiful
And some like a lot
This being a crustacean
From deep in the sand
With a beautiful heart
Who does understand
Life for her race under the sea
Can be many decades
But not now for we
Are chefs we have mindsets
Arrogance too
Drop the great lobster into a stew
You won‘t hear her scream
But she screams at the top of her voice
She had no choice