Oh what a calf life

Wake, wake little one the day has come

For you to open your eyes and meet your mum

Wake, quickly there is no time to spare

The man with the whip is neither here nor there

You are but a few moments old but you shall not grow

You are a calf, a male, if only it didn’t show

When your eyes open, you must know this

Your mother shall clean you, a sort of last kiss

Separation anxiety must be calmed

Otherwise mother might scream and the torturers alarmed

After all how could a mother cry when her calf is not near

Shush, cow we don’t want to hear

Ah the sweet moments the two of you get to share now

Enjoy breathing and standing next to your mommy cow

The minutes you share will have to last

Until you are deemed unnecessary, away you shall be cast

I hear the rumbling of a wheelbarrow coming near

Try hide behind your mum little one, don’t make a sound, they must not hear

The humane human has come to pick you up

The hypocrite wrote that you’re a happy cow on his coffee cup

That is the last of your short interaction

A quick, meaningless, unwanted distraction

Because after all it is the human's choice

Cows don’t deserve to have a voice

Let the mother scream, as long as the consumers are glad

She’ll be forcefully impregnated without a bull, no need to feel sad

And so the cycle continues until she too is old and tired

Because the humans have need for milk in their tea, if not the cows will be fired