There’s a black bit in my starter and it doesn’t look too yum.
I’m off to get your main course now. I’ll bring you something nice.
No insects. How about a bird, or half a dozen mice?
Oh, Mum, please just bring fruit and leaves, the things I like to eat.
Don't go off hunting and come back with load and loads of meat.
You’re really much too fussy, son, I don’t know what to do.
What if I bring you seeds and nuts? Are those all right for you?
Yes, seeds and nuts and fruit and leaves, and maybe flowers too.
But never bones and beaks and claws – they’re things that I can’t chew.
Your teeth and jaws were made to chew, please start to use them soon –
Stop being vegetarian and act like a BABOON!
Poem © 2017 Janet Foxley
Illustration © 2017 Yuval Zommer