A cow and cousin buffalo How
do they differ, dear fellow ? Is there a book of reference That
tells us what’s the difference ?
We, in the West as in UK Which, after Brexit, they say’s
in decay Are
off to India, we hear Modi’s call To invest
there while returns elsewhere fall.
But in India there’s trouble with meat No cow for beef but buffalo’s OK to eat That means we
change our diet Or we
go to an Oberoi or a Hyatt
We here have farms with many cows And, of course, the bull, their mighty spouse,
Without a bull
there aint new cows Without new cows aint enough beef in the house.
In India cow is mother,
very like mamma, “Gomatha”, just like one’s own ma, Of course,
eating ma has to be taboo But I can’t accept that my ma can only moo.
We have cloned good old Dolly, We
did a good job, by Golly, Can’t we make a cuffalo or even a buffow ? I’m sure we have the right know-how.
This meat problem I must resolve, A
strategic plan must evolve, Because it makes good sense In domicile not to give offence !
