Milk Sacks

Milk sacks here, Milk sacks there, Milk sacks now Are everywhere. Milk sacks right, Milk sacks left, Be they big, Or be they small, Heaven knows I’ve seen them all When on the streets They point at me And seem to hate Their cotton shields. Free lactose for all alive! Oh my! How very kind. Here is some bread, Who’s got a cup? I’ll have a squeeze To go with those. Someone please Clear the crowded streets Before we all get breast-fed!