C mon, C mon, C mon my goat

I shout c'mon c'mon c'mon my goat,
and the collegues just obey and walk along
In the nice morning 
I go uphill with all the herd
For pastry, in the forest
To eat some fresh tree fruit

After the milking,
And guarding during night,
For salary of less then minimum
I wasn't so upset
But all the farms
Hire people for lots of work
And little payment
Because it is so fun to make a coffee
And put the milk just from the Udders

I, have witnessed birth of a goat kids
And carried the new-born back to farm
Then fed them,
Until they grow,
With free and democratic minds...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikEGOgCydKQ

 


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