Companies Step Up Efforts to Reveal More Details on Food You Eat

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I thought I was a picky kid in childhood days of yore;

but that was nuthin’ when compared to current locavore. 

I wouldn’t eat my dinner if the gravy touched the peas;

but locavores must know their lamb chop’s sev’ral pedigrees.

What boat the fish were caught in, the name of your milk cow;

just how’s a guy supposed to enjoy dinner anyhow?

I don’t want the life story of the lettuce I am chomping,

nor do I care with whom my veal cutlet did its romping.

Pile my platter high with just anonymous cuisine;

and make damn sure that none of it derives from soy bean! 

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