"So why are you always dancing?"
Asked Cow with a puzzled stare.
"It strikes me you're a little daft
And seem to have no care."
"I'm happy," cried the little Lamb.
"My life is Oh So Sweet,
and I've no wish to change things
whilst there's grass beneath my feet."

Cow turned his head and gave a glare,
then yawned a mournful Moo.
Said, "dance on then you woolly nit,
but I'm glad I'm me not you.
I'm old and tough, not sweet enough
to grace a human plate,
whereas my lad, that's sure to be
your soon and gruesome fate."

At once, a teardrop glistened,
then fell from dear Lamb's eye.
"I guess you're right, but how to fight?
I'm much to small," he said.
"So just let me keep on dancing,
'Til the sun dies down each day.
And dream a star will come along
and whisk me far away."

At this Cow stooped, then gently licked
Lamb's tear stained little face.
"Come on," he said, "it's just a job,
Lets go back to my place.
We'll build a secret hideaway,
play out a clever game,
just pretend you're gone forever
when the hangman calls your name."

"Then snug and warm I'll keep you
safe held from prying eyes;
let you dance all that your heart desires
from the dusk 'til the sweet sunrise.
And perhaps tomorrow never comes.
So chin up; sod them all;
but what a shame it isn't us in charge
and them against the Wall!"