Growing Your Own

I popped down to the meaty tree      
to pick myself a steak      
on the way I waved at cows      
busy surfing by the lake   
Since the foodie revolution      
they haven't much to do      
They'd like to learn a language      
but their only word is moo   
All the butcher shops have vanished      
queues for lamb chops are no more      
and if your crave is sausages      
they grow up through the floor   
When you're aching for full English      
bacon blossoms taste divine      
I collect them in the hedgerows      
and fried eggs aren't hard to find   
AI's put an end to famine      
before it got too late      
with no more starving children      
or hunger on a plate   
But the only thing that rankles      
leaving morsels for debate      
now food is growing everywhere      
the whole world's overweight