Joshua King's Free Press

There Are Other Cows on This Farm The line to the cowshed is quite long It gets longer all year long Many die that need not wait in line For the milk from the cowshed line There is a stampede at the gate of the cowshed Only a few at the line there eat their bread Rancor despite handshakes after a share of the milk The line grows longer for that milk Why throng and stampede that cowshed all of you? The cows in that cowshed are very fat they argue But there are so many other cows in plain view Yes, but those other cows are too many to pursue So the jostling and scampering continues Many get trodden for the lame excuse That the cows in that cowshed are too fat to be eaten alone So the other cows roam wild for they were left alone Alas the milk from the cowshed has grown lean The cows there too have become thin Longer still is the line to that cowshed nevertheless From the line will fall more not less Cries of wasted milk and for s