A dream disturbed my sleep last night
while lying in my bed;
The spirit of a calf appeared
and this is what he said:

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I'm just a bit irate, mate,
I hope you've been well fed.
My mother's on your plate, mate,
why not eat dog instead?

Let's set the record straight, mate,
she did nothing to hurt you.
It's too late to debate, mate,
she's floating in your stew.

It's not all down to fate, mate,
we don't exist for man.
Let cruelty abate, mate,
If you try real hard, you can.

It's time to abrogate, mate,
this insane power trip.
You're just another primate, mate;
it's time you got a grip.

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My thoughts went out to this poor calf,
I hoped his hurt would heal;
If losing mom should break his heart,
tomorrow we'll have veal.