Always remember to bring up their rights
While the pot boils before dinner
The common sanction of a woman's plight
Exceeds the mythological sinner
Since only the choicest cuts will suffice
Our Mulligan Stew simmers much richer
Most patients heed our Doctor's advice
Extract the kid out then quickly stitch her
Proffer the flesh to swank middle men
Glossed menus to dazzle the connoisseurs
Noble causes in the name of medicine
Inedible parts lie on the butcher's floor
Such a win win racket from womb to tomb
Eating out of our hands without a clue
Never mind their quaint flowers didn't bloom
Desperate customers are paying you.
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