The Butcher's Craft

In the butcher shop, I stood,
The butcher walked in, fresh from the kill,
With a whole cow beside him, his prize.

His goal was clear:
To sell the cow, bit by bit.
He cut it into parts:
Shoulder, rib, back, and leg,
Side, belly, chest, and shin.

With skilled hands, he made it look easy,
And soon,
Everything was sold,
In a quick, steady rhythm of trade.