Steers have no need for horoscopes.
Out there, nobody cares.
Is T-Bone's Sun in Capricorn?
He chomps on grass and stares.
And is there "romance in the air"
or "friends one cannot trust"?
From steers such fears are never heard
-- they chew their cud nonplussed.
Their life is boring, yes, but calm,
until the butcher's knife.
Were steers to read their horoscopes,
they'd want eternal life.