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This was written one week before Tony Blair got himself
re-elected as Prime Minister for a second term of office.
The Foot and Mouth epidemic was raging across the UK. The practice of
deliberately infecting ailing farmsteads with the virus as a means to claw
in some compensation was fairly wide spread amongst some of the older
farmers who had had enough of the recent policy of set aside et al.
The Black Sheep
For just one thousand pound
you can taint the ground
Here's your ewe, infected through
In the trunk, close it. 'thunk'
Look out, don't laugh, Here comes the MAFF.
This old game's just not the same
Since set aside and rapeseed came
So hide the rams and keep the ewes
They'll fetch a mint for future do's
It's all controlled, or so we're told
There's less than one for each that's gone
Let's keep the count just as it is
And start again when 'T' gets his
It wont be long, just one more week
Then we'll see, it's oh so bleak.
So hand the grand and take the sheep
It's worth it just for one nights sleep
Close your eyes as they arrive
And when it's done, walk or better still drive.
(You'll be able to afford it by then)
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