My Pet! You sleep upon your bed
And dream your dreams of paradise.
Your hair unbound halos your head.
Your face is clear and free from vice

My Chick! You stir and turn your head
And in your sleep you frown and pout.
But you lie safe, all ill has fled,
For lock and bolt can't keep me out.

My Lamb! You're sweet and full of life.
I lick my lips and in my mind
Your taste rips through me like a knife.
I see the red and white entwined.

My Calf! The moonlight pouring through
Washes all hue from off your skin.
I stand here, just adoring you,
Your veal-white flesh invites me in.

My Dish! You look so soft and sweet
But still the meat is yet too rare.
A day I'll wait and then I'll eat.
Till then I'll take a farmer's care.