Francis Duggan


On Reading Of The Mad Cow Disease


I have read of the mad cow disease in Britain
And humans now affected sad to say
But when man for lack of wisdom mess with Nature
There has to be some consequence to pay.

The mad cow disease to human deaths connected
And fear of more deaths causing widespread fears
But 'twas first diagnosed back in the early eighties
And that is going back more than twenty years.

The farmers mixed sheep offal in cows fodder
And some of those sheep had 'scrapie' so we have been told
And people dying from eating meat of diseased cattle
And man yet to learn from his mistakes of old.

When I was young farmers fed meat and bone to cattle
And that's going back some forty years ago
But steers and cows by Nature vegetarians
And than to mess with Nature man ought better know.

They call the disease C.J.D. in humans
And the nervous system it's known to destroy
And all because of man's tampering with Nature
There must be a more pleasant way to die? .

The mad cow disease from Britain through Europe spreading
And reports of fresh outbreaks every day
And all because of man's tampering with Nature
There has to be some consequence to pay.

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2008
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