On a wagon pound for market There is a calf with a mournful eye, High above him there is a swallow Swinging swiftly through the sky! How the winds are laughing? They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer night. “Stop complaining “ said the farmer Who told you our calf to be?? Why don’t you have wings to fly with Like the swallow so proud and free?! Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why ! But who ever cherish FREEDOM, like the swallow has learned ………………………………………….…………… To fly 🐦‍⬛

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