Mooving Experience 

I'm born to be bred and I'll be dead
Before I'm ready to go,
But you love me so I need to be
On the side of your plate I know.

No point pretending I know my ending
Whatever rocks your boat,
Electric shock or shot to the head
Then they will slit my throat.

I'm not over yet I hope this you get
I'll feel the pain from the knife,
Unlike you I can only say moo
So therefore you'll end my life.

Please give thought to beef you bought
A helpless cow had to die,
Filling your tummy with my mummy 
Pity you didn't see her cry!

By

William McKechnie