To A Cow In Mourning

It aches my heart to hear you mourn poor cow And i would help you if i could somehow But only God can resurrect your son Who has fallen victim of the butcher's gun. You've mourned since afternoon of saturday When men from you took fatted calf away And since saturday all but five days ago You've lived beneath a cloud of grief and woe. Your mournful bellows tell of painful ache In heart that must be very near to break And the forlorn face and the sad eyed look that tell Of creature who has lived four days of hell. Today a wealthy Townman sit and eat And masticate your offspring's tender meat And say to wife 'darling the meat taste nice' It's prime beef like this make meat seem worth it's price. And your farmer owner he doesn't even care Of the grief that pains you he seem unaware He doesn't feel moved by bovine moans or tears And your mournful bellows fall on heedles ears. But the only cure for grief and dismal pine Is the proven and the age old healer time And time poor cow will help make you forget That son you loved whom butcher shot to death.