Sixty thousand sheep on a burning ship

Sailing across the deep blue sea

And not a soul in sight

And the boiler room caught fire

And the men, the hired men

They set off signals

And nearby boats came by

And they rescued them

And off they went on their way

To South America from Australia

Sixty thousand sheep

On the great, great blue sea

And not a soul in sight

For what purpose? For what purpose?



What great things happening on this planet

Huge clusters of animals going up in smoke

Two million cows in Great Britain

Gone in one month

Two million cows

Who can separate the cows from the people?



Two hundred elephants found in a clearing

Ghastly silence when they found them

Pregnant cows, baby elephants

And not a soul in sight

In one fell swoop



And then the swoop of swallows

As they gather in the fall

Getting ready to prepare to start to begin

To set upon their long, long flight

At what moment, Lord

At what precise moment

Do they decide?