Poor little babies

All that that baby can do is just cry
Born to be killed that much they deny
It’s nutritional mainstay is wanted to sell
The clamour of humans directly from Hell
The babies are slaughtered what else will they do
They want all the milk for milk drinkers like you
For your muesli you’re coffee your custard. Your cream
For your chocolate hear this baby scream
And still buy your pint down the market each day
And make up excuses