New born homo sheepiens,

Has let the farmers see,

That breeding stock has now become,

A cash rich pharmacy.

As Daisy cow chews on her grass,

She thinks of what this means.

Although life has been changing fast,

She hasn't changed her genes.

The product sounds attractive,

To those who have this dream.

A magic cure for humans,

Whose genetics have gone wrong.

Well homo bunniensis,

As he sips upon his tea,

Considers it mistaken,

To have created BSE.

Poor homo's lost his sapiens,

And with it his erectus.

He, money crazed, goes pharming.

Then dies out raving mad.