There on Ura Mays spice shelf,
What a wealth!
So many foods for to enhance.
Arranged for the cooks glance,
What is this and whats in it?
I asked of something labeled, rennet.
They let a calf nurse its mother,
Slaughter it and its brother,
Take that milk from stomach lining,
An enzyme used to make cheese, no whining.
What! How cruel, I mutter,
With a shudder.
Its veal, you know.
She informed me slow,
Whats the difference in how you eat,
Veal, beef, cheese, or any other meat?