Buffalo Gals

Today I met some buffalo
Who give us lovely cheese.
They munched away contentedly,
Without an aim to please.


Their fur was shaggy, horns were long;
Their smell was rather funky.
Each young one stood and stared at us,
Just like some caged-in monkey.


We watched the way the cheese is made.
It's messy and looked tiring.
The mozzarella sold in the store
Deserves some more admiring.


When lunch was served, we got to taste
The cheese those beasts produced.
It was so fresh, I think it gave
Cholesterol a boost.


It isn't often that you get
To eat food from its source.
It was the norm quite long ago;
They had no choice, of course.


But nowadays it's very rare
To have a chance to meet
The animal who gave the milk
Providing cheese to eat.


So thank you, all you long-horned gals;
The world is in your debt.
I eat your cheese and I am glad
That we have finally met!