Roll up roll up
\nThe abattoir is waiting for the chance
\nTo cut the throats of lots of lambs
\nWatch them jig and dance
\nOff the truck the merriment
\nThe infancy of woe
\nTraipsing into the killing pen
\nNone of them can know<\/p>\n
The oddness and the queerness
\nThe impropriety
\nThey are never guilty
\nSuch injustice here they see
\nAnd smell the blood and thunder
\nGuts strewn everywhere
\nCries of absolute havoc
\nLoathing and despair<\/p>\n
So unfitting an objectionable
\nReprehensible as well
\nCarnivores are at the doors
\nCarnivores from hell
\nMint sauce at the ready
\nFelonious desire
\nIniquitous persuasion
\nFollowed by the fire<\/p>\n
The stench of death prevailing
\nUnjustified maybe
\nUnsanctioned and unlicensed
\nThey all are history
\nIrreverent disparaged
\nInsignificant they be
\nSkin all burned and flesh all soft
\nLambasted tragically <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Roll up roll up The abattoir is waiting for the chance To cut the throats of lots of lambs Watch them jig and dance Off the truck the merriment The infancy of woe Traipsing into the killing pen None of … Continue reading