On a agon bound for market
There's calf with a mournful eye
High above him the's a swallow
Winghing swiftly throuhg the sky
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Stop complaning,said the farmer
Who told you a calf to be
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallows so proud and free
Calves are easily bound and slaught
Ered knver knowing the reason why
But whoever treaures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly