Kitten, kid, calf or child,
there’s one drink they desire.
A gift that only mothers give,
pale, rich and required.
When flowing out of cattle’s teat,
no prefix you will find.
But from a goat, we always note,
to keep the source in mind.
Yet when one of our Ernest young,
longs for a mother’s care,
we don’t recall from whom it came,
but we do recall from where.