In a garment de PETA. . .bunny
Fur coats, hats, and gloves are taboo.
In a garment de PETA. . .baby
Harp seals should not be clubbed just for you.

So I am cotton-sheathed
And both my hands
Are not in leather sheathed--
That should be banned
Throughout the land.

In a garment de PETA. . .Gummi
Bears the only ursines I chew.
In a garment de PETA. . .baby
Cows cooped up as veal I now eschew.

So I am woolens-sheathed;
Wool comes from lambs.
Their skin kept my cock sheathed
So he'd not ram
Spurs in my hands.

I'm a gourmand de PETA. . .monkey
Brains at one time on the menu.
I'm a gourmand de PETA. . .baby-
back ribs—to them I have said, "Adieu."

Comestibles I eat
Are now vegan'd.
Carnivores should be beat--
When meals I've planned,
Flesh has been banned.

It's garbanzos 'n' pita, hummus,
That's a typical lunch menu.
It's garbanzos 'n' pita, baba
Ghanoush often I will find there too.

So now legumes I eat;
They comes from plant.
But they make you retreat
When from de can
Gusts must decant. . . .

(Repeat until the cows come home)