There are many who say that a dog has its day,
And a cat has a number of lives;
There are others who think that a lobster is pink,
And that bees never work in their hives.
There are fewer, of course, who insist that a horse
Has a horn and two humps on its head,
And a fellow who jests that a teen can have breasts
Is as rare as a donkey that's red.
Yet in spite of all this, I have moments of bliss,
For I cherish a passion for youth,
And though doubtful of biscuit, I'm willing to risk it,
And I love to chase rabbits and chicks.
But my greatest delight is to take a good bite
At a calf that is plump and delicious;
And if I indulge and grow quite a bulge,
Let's hope you won't find me victorious.


