One day the farmer saw his cow,
Laboring, about to give birth now.
The farmer waited, but the cow collapsed,
Then the calf was born at last.
Yet something was wrong, its body torn,
A strange calf, born with deformities worn.
It had four eyes, two heads to share,
But all it wanted was corn to spare.
Sadly, the farmer knew what must be done,
He lifted his rifle, aimed his gun.
A shot rang out, the calf was dead,
“The Best We Could Do,” the farmer said.
