United States
34° 9' 21.4344" N, 117° 24' 9.9864" W

I've heard about it back at the big farm.
The Farmers told us that it's delicious.
My Friends said: " Farmers are mean and cause harm."
But they were nice and said I'm nutritious!!

I'm next in line from my Famlee to leave.
I always wondered if I'll gladly roam.
Maybe I will have the chance to conceive.
I think I'll call this new place my sweet home.

I do not know what a slaughterhouse is
And there's red water on my sleeping friends.
Now they have knives.... wait is this the meat biz?!
They say it's the sad place where it all ends.

I am frightened, scared, and a bit shaken...
...Then I quickly realized that I'm bacon.


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