It's hell from leather for the animal within, 

And fur is no fun if it was ripped from your back, 

Just where is the dignity, can't you cut me some slack?

Once we ran free through trees and through bush,

Once we knew the breeze and the grass so very lush,

Then came mankind to fence us in and make us eat slop,

Why do they call man kind when he wants us for the chop?

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