" It's all bull, you bull-head," she said

Did ancient Indians eat beef?
Did they in their houses pee?
When the enemy came, did they flee?
I'll tell you all this without a fee.

Eating mother cow,
Her beau, the bull
Her kids, a heifer and a calf,
Juicy steak, so mouthfull!

Wait my dear, I'm not a Hindu
Let me ask my better-half.
Hey better-half, hey better half,
Be better for something, half or full.

Tell me if Indians ate the calf
And what about the mother cow
And her beau, the bull.
"It's all bull, you bull-head, she said

Leave me alone, or I will cut you in half."
She went on to say with dirty looks.
And I learned a lesson so much I lacked:
Never ask a better-half on someone's behalf.