Polished For Profit

Don't say a Farmer Loves his fowl Instead - He loves himself. Because he comes Around with corns To spread along their lawn. With water cans. And grains of kinds To feed his fowls at dawn. And coloured drugs And injecting 'cines To fatten his tiny things. Cage is for shelter. Lamp is for weather. Armed dogs to curb robbers. I don't need the farmers' Love O' yes - That is no Love. All he hopes Is for a fowl Worth a huge-ing sum. To buy himself And not for them A very big mansion. I don't need the farmers' Love O' yes - That is no Love... All he hopes Is for a fowl Blessed with less of bones. To eat with friends And take delight Among his kith and kin. Don't say, don't say He loves his fowls Instead - He loves himself... Love me And don't expect a pay. True love Is all I say!