Slaughter
Atom bombs dropping, Foresters are lopping, Peace on the earth For the trees with a girth? People are crying, The birds too are flying, Peace in the air, Though not in the lair. Foxes are cunning, Young girls are stunning, Wearing a fox coat, As well as a stoat. Water is running, Mink too are cunning, But after they’re sought Soon they are caught. Peace on the earth. To what will give birth, The slaughter of animals Or Harmony?