An odd start to the day, They took him away Along with his friends From a field where they lay. Jammed into a truck, With his friends he was stuck, He had not a choice But such was his luck. He had not a clue Where he headed to But when they arrived, He knew what to do. A slaughterhouse stood Where soon he too would - He sensed in a flash They were up to no good. He turned to descend On the ramp but pretends - Then runs toward the street To meat not transcend. From the herd they were culling But now he is pulling The handler, subverting His intention fulfilling. Through the Paterson street To avoid being meat He ran 20 blocks ‘Til a needle he’d meet. Down on one knee, Sedate as can be, They hauled him away To hamburger be. Not one to be lead, He ran off instead; But despite his best try, He’s nonetheless dead.
Danger Will Robinson