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D'Orine the Cow Tom, the Bull's better half My
daughter's called Daisy she's, a very nice calf When
I'm all finished milking and chewing the cud Mr
Meatface. the butcher will be after my blood Cos

I'm D'Orine Cow I'm
D'Orine the Cow I'm
somebody's quarter-pound hamburger bun And
somebody's trousers now Baa


Lofty the Lamb from the heart of the shire My
texture's too coarse for your fashion attire So
soon I'll be bound for the abattoir's slab Slaughtered
and frozen for doner kebab Cos

I'm Lofty the Lamb I'm
Lofty the Lamb I
seem to have gambolled my short life away I'm
a sandwich instead of a ram Cluck-cluck

*Cluck-cluck! I'm!*

Mary the Chicken the, result of research In
the dark with no feathers and wedged on this perch Pieces
go missing when chickens collide Oh
bury my bones with your Kentucky Fried Cos

I'm Mary the Chicken I'm
Mary the Chicken You
wouldn't eat me if you knew where I'd been You'd
be heart-stricken Grunt


Jonathon Pig and I'm fearsomely stout From
the tip of my tail to the snuff of my snout I'm
too fat to move and I'm too young to die So
think about me next time you eat a pork-pie Cos

I'm Jonathon Pig I'm
Jonathon Pig My
ears have gone into the sausage machine And
so has my thingumajig My
thingumajig dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)

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