[okay, I owe a limerick here too... ;~) ]
There was a calf from New York
Which was not flown in by a stork.
He was too large
From his mom’s forage.
It’s sad he’ll soon be on a fork.
(sad that I feel I compelled to state this… but all Limericks on this blog are copyrighted (c) Mare Cromwell. Thank you for honoring this. And if you borrow one without permission… I might just have to find you. And you don’t want that… ;~)