I'm one of a 100,
I'm 94
93 was the pretty
young thing from next door
all of us are, little lambs
yes of course
we're sheep
we're not cows
and I'm, not a horse
Lambs who leap
have fun and play
Until of course there
comes the day
When we are carted
off to town
to the dark place
where, we are all put down
Tis there where we see
a horrible sight
Tis there when our little
souls take flight
Tis there we perish
every one
one after another
and now there's none