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there used to be a moat
to separate us goats
but now the sheep have got the vote

they always had the say
upon the end of day
but now insist every game to play

so where's a man to go
to grunt and scratch down low
without etiquettes and courtesies to know?

we miss the days of grit
a break from those of teat
but destiny is more trick than treat

they had to pick a bone
and duties they have won
they should've left well enough alone

but now we're equals all
well isn't that a ball
i'd like to slug the guy – or gal – who made that call