My Dad lived on a farm in Ukraine
Many years ago
He was just a young boy then
When they bought a calf to grow
The calf was very friendly
And loved by everyone
My father used to play with him
And chase him when they’d run
But the calf was meant for food to eat
And he grew just fine
They soon had him slaughtered
And fixed for dinnertime
Well, there he was
In a plate for a treat
But nobody could eat him
The loving calf, so sweet
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