Monthly Archives: November 2011

Yea I look slow Prehistoric almost But boy am I fast when I run 30 to 40 miles in an hour If I’m chasing your butt Oh! what fun

In this dark place, where I am, in this crush cage a page,

A lot of Turkeys are decidely jumpy Its Jack Frost Time again and, it is cold Farmers ruddy faces have been staring And they call us names of counties and of gold

I am Ranec, a crane from Yakutia That was, the place where I was born Hot in the summer, cold in the winter And that’s why in April we’re drawn

For years the Dairy Industry Has flogged us bovine milk Told us how much calcium and knowledge of that ilk

I am that wolf that wolf in your dream and in some people’s nightmares may be I run with the pack and I can attack Any sick creature I see

Breeding Beagles simply to resort to experimentation must, Be given a negative response because its so unjust

My beautiful babies The Dolphins own plea’s The cove where their slaughtered By the Japanese

Dolphins have an inner healing quality The greeks called them the Delphy’s which mean’t womb No nation was prepared to kill them for great periods, only the Japanese made them a delicacy and ate them really trying to appease

a monkey in a test tube its fur shaved off because Electrodes must be fitted Why it ever was wild in some dark jungle when its clearly better off here undergoing torture behind closed doors in fear

Let’s stop and think a moment if asked would we agree to get in our plane and go off to fight be one of the kamakazi

Born to be alongside You Animal earthling souls are we Our relationships are close on happiness and adversity

We’ve swum in the ocean for aeons Watched your development, We Saw that you went down the nuclear road And are shocked by the deaths in Taiji

The sweet little white oneOne of my piglets Has been taken from me