It was early in the morning when the ants were still asleep.
When the fields were full of baa-lambs and the dung was in a heap.
Along came the bull his tail swishing loudly and shoulders hanging low.
He made the noise that bulls make then was answered by a crow.
“Shut-up you noisy beast,” it said. “You’re making too much noise.
Hold yourself up straight and I’ll teach you how to have poise.
Look at me, dear thing. I’m sleek, polished and glossy, good looking to a tee.
You’ll need to tuck in that tummy of yours if you want to look like me.”
“Moo, moo, and more moo. You’re an ugly bird and no mistake.
It’s you who should shut up. You’re giving me a headache
And when I’m cross I’m very cross, liable to stamp on a little bird.
Do us both a favour fly off over the yard and talk to the goatherd.”
“Will you two be quiet as we are trying to have a rest.
The disturbance you two are causing is making us completely stressed.
There are more of us than either of you and this farmyard is all our own.
We might consult with the chickens and make the yard an animal-free zone.”
The farmer’s wife, apron swaying, entered the scene in a rush
She held a saucepan in one hand and in the other she held a brush.
“We will have steak for lunch, pork chops, and chicken later tonight,
As for you-you shrieking crow you’re for a pie that will be sealed—airtight!”
“This place is going to the dogs,” said the dung-beetle to the crowd.
“I believe in live and let live, but not if you’re all shouting out loud.
Leave me to live and do my job or the stink will kill you all,
And the farmer will come to count the stock and there will be a huge shortfall.”
Farmer Giles fired his blunderbuss killing the chickens and his wife
The Bull ran to the cowshed to have the time of his life.
The Pigs shared the dung beetle tearing it apart,
Then dived into the dung heap all giving off a smelly fart
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