Adieu, adieu, sweet Bovine Sue;
It’s hard to say goodbye to you,
For you’re too young to pass away,
To leave your friends, both straight and gay.
We’ll miss your passion and your wit,
Your will to fight, to never quit,
Your love for those on all the sides
That stake the bounds of our divides.
With buttons on your blouse and purse
You’d skewer the humbug with a terse
Remark or question to his face
And consternation raise apace.
You stood for justice, stood for life,
Eschewed cheap comfort, choosing strife
To make our world a better place,
Where all could see God’s gifts of grace.
We thought it odd that you’d somehow
Identify with calf or cow
That gave the valves to fix your heart,
To five more years of life impart.
But that was just your gratitude,
Your faithful Christian attitude
That you displayed without regard
To creatures both of house and yard.
And when the valves stopped working well,
You, thoughtless of life’s final knell,
Endured the knife with quiet hope
That heart and body still could cope.
Alas, a fix was not to be,
And God would set your spirit free
To join the angels high above,
Depriving us of “Bovine” love.