When a cow moos...
What is it really ready for?
And after the cud is chewed...
We praise it as nutritional,
In glasses lifted.
And why have we become so enthusiastic,
About that which a cow keeps regurgitating,
Over and over again?
If it's that good...
Why isn't the first swallow disgested?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem