This poem was apparently commissioned by the editor of The Orange Dove of Fiji, an anthology for the benefit of the World Wildlife Fund for Nature. It was rejected as unsuitable.
If I went vegetarian
And didn’t eat lambs for dinner,
I think I’d be a better person
And also thinner.
But the lamb is not endangered
And at least I can truthfully say
I’ve never, ever eaten a barn owl,
So perhaps I’m OK.
Me, I’m on Wendy Cope’s side. From the moment of its birth, a lamb is far more “endangered” than any barn owl. (But see also my poem Deep Down.)