The Day the Farm Went on Strike

The Day the Farm Went on Strike

The horse wore socks and a plastic crown

Said I’m not trotting this field up and down

I’m royalty now I demand a throne

And a trough of wine all of my own

The pig was soaking in someone’s tub

With cucumber slices and scented scrub

He squealed no mud and no more slop

I’ve signed myself up to a spa and a shop

The sheep just sat with a grumpy face

Said I’ve had it with clippers and losing the race

Every spring they shave my bum

While singing songs and beating a drum

They marched to the gate with a homemade sign

It said Equal Snacks and Fatter Swine

They grunted, baaa’d and neighed and gave a speech

Mostly nonsense but quite a reach

Farmer Joe just stood and stared

Then laughed so hard he nearly aired

He tossed them crisps and a crate of pop

Said carry on you loons, I’ll never stop

Now every Tuesday it’s protest day

The animals grumble but still get hay

The horse wears glitter, the pig plays chess

And the sheep just mutters I hate this mess