How To Kill a Cow

We use to know Howt o put thinggs down. People gowin roundd, Their lives tied behindt em by a spyne of brown strings. You know we use to know howter kill cows Wid the back af wharrever, hacking instrument hong at hande D blunt end woul send your bovine friend awai So she will not com back fora longg tyme. So in that tyme as longe, you took excellent care ov her estaite The horns and steaks te table ate While shi's gone, til she returns When you're old ant your world's all yor young wone learns An told cow come back an says she, 'thanks' 'I appreciated the efficient dispatch'. How she gloons to see them, kids completed Kids that cow-Madame herself haz fedd. And be it forehead uf god, or the middle of d brow of ya reldest cow, We use to know D special spots. The places fork cortingg, and lovingg, and dyingg The spot betweeain dose dopey grass-my-eyes, Staring back at yer in e abattoir Or th slightly reddedd board in d smokey olt barn. And yu knew That if you 'it that spot juss righ D eyes die inside, no feel, no figh, Wonn touch, noi much, An owt went the lights.