Hail the pigs
At home in their sty
A warm bed of mud
Is where they do lie
Looking for scraps
In leaves and in twigs
Gratefully grunting
All hail the pigs
Hail the sheep
Wrapped in thier wool coats
Like white fluffy clouds
In meadows they float
You can count them
Whenever you sleep
Blissfully bleating
All hail the sheep
Hail the cows
That graze on the grass
Chewing it slowly
They never eat fast
Their pure white milk
Just drink it up now
Modestly moo-ing
All hail the cows!
Hail the hens
On thin chicken legs
Preening their feathers
And laying their eggs
Seeking out corn
All safe in their pens
Clearly clucking
All hail the hens
So hail the pigs
The sheep, hens and cows
Our farmyard creatures
All hail them now!
Hail them some more
I'll tell you just why
Without these fine beasts
We would not have pie!
