Happy cows
from happy farms
where the sun always shines
on happy red barns
With happy castration,
how we frolic away
while elastic bands
squeeze our nuts
waiting for eventual decay
Of the loud cheers of delight,
I hereby forewarn,
as they burn through our flesh
to cauterize our horns
It makes us so happy,
I truly must say,
when they dock off our tails,
they were just in the way
But nothing compares
to the pride in our eyes
as they take from us our babies
under those beautiful blue skies
This gleeful celebration,
like all things must close;
the farmers smile and wave
as they slice off our nose
and our skins and our bones,
oh, our blood it does pour,
our happiness is scattered
in a pile on the floor
A glorious end
to our jovial lives
when we happy cows
meet even happier knives
15 Dec 2018
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