Arse oles they are so for certain
Animals they get short shrift
Lambs and their tails
Just hear their wails
Snipped off do you get my drift
Farmers they bash their own fingers
Damage a knee here and there
They know the pain that’s forth coming
But what of the dear lambs despair?
When they chop off their tails
With a fire stick
Burning and turning them mad
Babies they go through such torment
And farmers do you think they feel sad
Not. But they are being farmers
Long tails on sheep cannot be
Testicles on porky piglets
It doesn’t happen you see
No painkillers nothing for animals
They have to suffer the pain
A sheep farmer is a sheep harmer
Again and again and again.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.