The Petting Zoo Diet
The girl sat down across from me
And gave her mane a swish.
She opened up her menu as
She crowed, “I can’t eat fish!”
“You can’t?” I asked. She mooed, and said,
“Nor cheesecake anymore,
Or anything like brownies or
The things that I adore.
No sugar, lard, or olive oil,
No beef or bird or pork,
No albatross or crocodile will
Ever grace my fork.
Now, rutabagas I can eat,
But I don’t see them here;
I don’t see parsnips either or
Raw turnips. So, my dear,
You’ll have to take me someplace there’s
A baby goat and cow–
A place with a dispenser for
Purina Petting Chow.”
