Buffalo, Buffalo

Buffalo, Buffalo. It is time,
We are hungry and winter is nearing.
Please come to our saviour this cold cold night.

Buffalo, Buffalo. Respond to our calls.
We are desperate for your skin;
Brown and warm.
Useful for everything.
We need your succulent meat,
As we dont fast like Muslims,
But save it for our threatening winters.

Buffalo, Buffalo. It is time.
We are hungry and winter is nearing.
Please come to our saviour this cold cold night.

A/N: So I was digging out some old school stuff and I found some poems I wrote when I was a babyy (11) . Don't hate on this. It's not great, but it's cute ^.^