Or, Thoughts Upon Seeing a Certain Billboard in the Middle of a Cow Pasture
The cattle live a happy life:
A life of bliss, and not of strife.
Their days are full of cud and grass,
And blissfully their moments pass.
Connoisseurs of finest weeds,
They all discern the tasty seeds.
Bereft of sadness, gloom, and grief,
The milk cow eats another leaf.
Thrice happy they, who live in fields,
Who worry not o’er loss and yields.
Oh! such a blissful life is fine—
They’re standing by an Arby’s sign.