Three brown cows. Three brown cows.
See how they run. See how they run.
They all run after the human ilk,
Who kidnap their calves and then steal their milk,
The cows want their calves back, the humans can’t bilk,
The three brown cows.
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vegan nursery rhymes
“Why are you a vegan?”
Said Andrew Jones to me.
“Does your mum make you be one?
Do you have to drink herbal tea?”
“Don’t you wish you could eat this?”
He showed me the meat on his pizza.
“Have you ever even tasted fish?
You’d probably like it Jamila.”
“You can’t even drink milk can you?
Your mum must be ever so strict!
You can have some of mine if you want to,
Drink from the side I haven’t licked.”
“I feel sorry for you,” Andrew said
“If you’re not allowed egg and chips.
Does she make you eat raw seaweed?
And swallow your apple pips?”
I waited for him to stop talking,
He had a lot to get off his chest.
I began to think he didn’t want answering,
But then he gave his voice a rest.
“I’m vegan because I want to be,”
I told him. He looked unconvinced.
“Eating animal flesh is revolting to me.
Eggs are from chickens’ bottoms.” He winced.
“That milk was pumped out of inside a cow,
I don’t know how you can drink it.
You don’t need milk, you’re a big boy now.
Look at me, I’m healthy without it!”
“I don’t know why you think I’m weird being vegan
When my food is seeds, veg, fruits and nuts.
Don’t you think it’s weirder to eat dead bodies,
Stuff from animals’ innards, and things that come out of their butts?”
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The Dairy Council’s working hard to convince us their product is healthy.
They say they they just want to help our kids to be athletic and lively.
But think before you drink, what is their real motivation?
Research. Look stuff up. The truth is a revelation.
Cows’ milk contains calcium but not for humans to digest,
So triggers joint pain, arthritis, asthma, problems of the chest,
Sleeplessness, itchy rashes, diabetes, ulcers,
Migraines, ear infections, epileptic seizures.
Humans don’t need cows’ milk, the idea is really nonsensical.
There’s plenty of calcium after all in broccoli, collard greens and kale.
It’s the Dairy Council themselves who “milk it for all it’s worth”,
But sensible people shake their heads and pull nutrition direct from the earth.
I’m tired, my knees ache, I have sore feet,
My belly is heavy with child inside.
Head is aching from the blistering heat,
What’s coming is worse, I’m desperate to hide.
Last year I cheerfully bore my first child,
All the discomfort and pain were worth it.
My love for him instant, instinctive, wild,
Overwhelmed me, the light in my heart lit.
I washed him and nursed him, my suckling angel,
My purpose in life was now clear to me –
To love him, protect him and teach him well.
Like any other mother I would be.
The sun set that day and the bright moon rose,
And we spent a blissful night together.
Brief nirvana before that bitter dose,
When hell swallowed me whole, meat and leather.
At dawn I heard their heavy stomping feet,
They approached us as I was feeding him.
Without shame they just pulled him off the teat,
I jumped and bellowed but couldn’t stop them.
I suppose I went out that day and grazed,
My anguish unheard, unnoticed even.
Like the others I stood, I laid down, dazed.
Can’t comprehend, can’t believe. I’m broken.
Now aching with the weight of my udder,
Infection inflames, I wince when they suck the
Milk from my teats, by machine, I shudder.
Bereft of my child, enslaved non-mother.
Go Vegan to keep mother and child together!
And look at Where are you going Deidra? – it’s got a happy ending 🙂
I just found a story here, on the globalanimal.org website, which is a wake up call for all animal lovers who still use dairy. Just like Deidra, the mother in this story demonstrated not only the love she had for her calf, but the complicated thought process she used in her attempt to save him:
By Holly Cheever DVM:
I would like to tell you a story that is as true as it is heartbreaking. When I first graduated from Cornell’s School of Veterinary Medicine, I went into a busy dairy practice in Cortland County. I became a very popular practitioner due to my gentle handling of the dairy cows. One of my clients called me one day with a puzzling mystery: his Brown Swiss cow, having delivered her fifth calf naturally on pasture the night before, brought the new baby to the barn and was put into the milking line, while her calf was once again removed from her. Her udder, though, was completely empty, and remained so for several days.
As a new mother, she would normally be producing close to one hundred pounds (12.5 gallons) of milk daily; yet, despite the fact that she was glowing with health, her udder remained empty. She went out to pasture every morning after the first milking, returned for milking in the evening, and again was let out to pasture for the night — this was back in the days when cattle were permitted a modicum of pleasure and natural behaviors in their lives — but never was her udder swollen with the large quantities of milk that are the hallmark of a recently-calved cow.
I was called to check this mystery cow two times during the first week after her delivery and could find no solution to this puzzle. Finally, on the eleventh day post calving, the farmer called me with the solution: he had followed the cow out to her pasture after her morning milking, and discovered the cause: she had delivered twins, and in a bovine’s “Sophie’s Choice,” she had brought one to the farmer and kept one hidden in the woods at the edge of her pasture, so that every day and every night, she stayed with her baby — the first she had been able to nurture FINALLY—and her calf nursed her dry with gusto. Though I pleaded for the farmer to keep her and her bull calf together, she lost this baby, too—off to the hell of the veal crate.
Think for a moment of the complex reasoning this mama exhibited: first, she had memory — memory of her four previous losses, in which bringing her new calf to the barn resulted in her never seeing him/her again (heartbreaking for any mammalian mother). Second, she could formulate and then execute a plan: if bringing a calf to the farmer meant that she would inevitably lose him/her, then she would keep her calf hidden, as deer do, by keeping her baby in the woods lying still till she returned. Third — and I do not know what to make of this myself — instead of hiding both, which would have aroused the farmer’s suspicion (pregnant cow leaves the barn in the evening, unpregnant cow comes back the next morning without offspring), she gave him one and kept one herself. I cannot tell you how she knew to do this—it would seem more likely that a desperate mother would hide both.
All I know is this: there is a lot more going on behind those beautiful eyes than we humans have ever given them credit for, and as a mother who was able to nurse all four of my babies and did not have to suffer the agonies of losing my beloved offspring, I feel her pain.
Holly Cheever, DVM
Vice President, New York State Humane Association Member
Humane Society Veterinary Medical Association’s Leadership Council
Where are you going Deidra? – new comic for little ones coming soon 🙂