Look my sweet girl,
at her long gentle face,
Those tender, trusting eyes,
She’s a mother like me, with a daughter like you,
Please don’t listen to the lies.
Her milk isn’t meant for humans,
It’s to make her daughter strong,
And stealing something that isn’t ours
Is always very wrong.
Look my sweet girl, at his cute squishy face,
Those deep, engaging eyes,
He has a name, just like you and me,
Please don’t listen to the lies.
He’s not another breakfast food,
To go with toast and fruit,
He loves his life, fresh air and mud,
Let’s watch him roll and root.
Look my sweet girl, at her delicate face,
Those tiny, inquisitive eyes,
She’s pleasant and curious, like you, she has friends
Please don’t listen to the lies.
She’s not another egg machine,
To be crammed into a cage,
Let’s let her dust-bathe in the sun
And live to a ripe-old age.
Look my sweet girl, at the beauty and grace,
The affection that animals give,
Without them the world’s a much gloomier place,
So together we’ll help more to live.
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