Higher Learning!
The son of Dr. Mengele,
Dr Frankenstein, none of them an Engele,
Have they arrived at Oxford U?
Different sort of experiment they do,
Now instead of race, a different species,
They practice on, to write their thesis,
It’s just a mouse, they say, or just a monkey,
Not an elephant or donkey,
We do it for your very own good,
Your concerns are just all moods,
We don’t hurt them for our pleasure,
We consider them a treasure,
The best facilities we have, and, do sustain,
We take good care, when they’re in pain,
Yes, we do, enjoy our work, the pay is good,
Some day, our research will bear some fruit,
That sheep that baaed, a while ago,
Well, it had to go,
We only use the best,
With Prime specimens, we are blessed,
Not shy of funds are we,
All are funded, guess by whom? The university,
Oxford that is, the pride and best of all,
For every creature, we have a stall,
The dorms, no, they’re now of limits,
Besides the students are too timid,
Since Nuerenberg we have to watch our way,
In what we do, or what we say,
Just the little animals we do,
The don’t talk, so, no one has a clue,
Fantastic work this is my friend,
Plenty of it, and without end,
Ach, its just critters, why cry boo hoo,
So they suffer, what can one do?
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thank you,
Gina
Best regards,
Leland
Times aren't changed, we do it with animals now.
Georg
It’s just a mouse, they say, or just a monkey
And we are just men, but far too many like to act like gods. And I often sadly wonder what the real God thinks of we extremely cruel and callous human beings.
Be always safe,
Karen
The question I ask about the use of animals for reasearch, with all our intelligence and those who are so gifted in research, why can't they find a better way? They don't even try, because it's too easy to continue in the old traditions that don't have to be studied.
There must be another way...
Love,
Eileen
the name of humankind. And to make the obscenely rich drug companies richer. After all, the so-called dumb animals are oblivious to the pain and hurt if you stick them, puncture them, cut them, break them, or eviscerate them. Just ask them. But don't watch the process on a full stomach. Or a sensitive conscious. After all, the Phizers have to have something to shoot those little magic bullets into.
I admire you being an animal activist. These creatures cannot speak for themselves, someone has to give them a voice, you do that so well.
Mary