G.O

[Sneaky]

Four legs good, two legs bad,
Comrade Nap is always right,
I'll work harder. Sad, sad, sad,

such red before the night.
Come, donkey, let us sleep,
Old Nap is always right,

those things are much to deep
to ponder for us humble us.
Come, donkey, let us sleep.

If “two legs better” comes to pass
let go, let go, too hard
to ponder for us humble us.

No song for any bard
no shred of truth in it
Let go, let go, too hard.

Old Squealer sucks our tit,
four legs good, two legs bad
no shred of truth in it.
I'll work harder. Sad Sad Sad.