Poor cows, poor sheep,I weep, I weepTo see you packed so tight;While nought you knowOf where you goBy empty day and night.
Such noise, such heat,Such weary feet,No single thing you know.No rest, no grass,Only alas!Your friends as scared as you.
I wish, I wish,O how I wish,That you could understandThat all is well;You go to dwellIn some far pasture land.
