Sixty thousand sheep on a burning ship sailing across the deep blue sea   And not a soul in sight and the boiler room caught fire   And the men, the hired men, they set off signals   And nearby boats came by and they rescued them      And off they went on their way to South America from Australia   Sixty thousand sheep on the great, great blue sea   And not a soul in sight   For what purpose? For what purpose?      What great things happening on this planet   Huge clusters of animals going up in smoke   Two million cows in Great Britain, gone in one month   Two million cows, who can separate the cows from the people?      Two hundred elephants found in a clearing   Ghastly silence when they found them   Pregnant cows, baby elephants   And not a soul in sight, in one fell swoop      And then the swoop of swallows as they gather in the fall   Getting ready to prepare to start to begin   To set upon their long, long flight   At what moment, Lord, at what precise moment, do they decide?