Don'T You Know I'M A Dzo? Poem by Stephen Katona

Don't you know I'm a Dzo?
And when I grow,
I'll be larger and stronger,
Than my father and mother,
A consequence so strange,
When their genes interchange,
One yak, one cow,
Don't ask me how.

My friends call me 'Zo' to be brief,
A short name for so much beef.
One thing I don't allow,
Is for them to call me Yakow.
In scrabble I can give you a hand,
And my name appears rather grand.
It's good to be out of the ordinary,
And I do love being so hairy.