The Cow

Let me take care of my children.
Let me lie down and let them drink
My milk. My precious milk slowly suckled
By my children.
Let them line up for my milk.
There is a long line out there waiting for me.
But only six nipples I have and I can only
Provide thus much.
Slowly, my milk will run dry.
My children would have to thirst and die.
They would have to go out and find

Alternative sources.

My body cannot support all these
Useless calves. They have to grow up.
Or be slaughtered.