Milk time at the farm

A plank of wood
And a Chinese bucket
Filled with a crap concoction
Of man made milk supposedly
A dairyman prescription
As for of course it’s mothers milk
That’s been stolen fast
It’s on its way to the supermarket
For human’s where it’s cast
Here and there and everywhere
Chocolate ice cream custard
Dairies count the pennies
They really know the mustard

The poor calf cannot get the knowledge
That nature provided
Man you see the dairy farmer
Ignorant as can be
Unnatural that’s his occupation
Profit is his meme
Absorption it’s a dirty word
For lots of double cream

The calf will end up good and dead
The male slaughtered quick time
Females might go onto breed
But no reason or rhyme
To concern ourselves with nutrition
Or husbandry the word
Dairies the poor hairies
It’s all about the herd

The mentality of profit
Not a prophet in sight
The cow becomes our mother
It’s about our bones all white
And cracking under pressure
Osteo and the rest
The poor calves suffer incrementally
Which I detest.