Its so quiet now.The sheep are grazing in their Habitats. Supping gently,munching quietly.
Meanwhile the Wolf is coming down their driveway.
Soon it will be fiesta time for Wolfie.
He will gobble up their easy lifestyle.
First he will take away their Money and their Forecourts
And as the Last Bus grinds to an empty stop
He will gobble up all the tropical fruit, tea, coffee and sugar.
He will gobble up all the bread,pasta,rice and spaghetti.
Wines of the world will become distant memories
Mr Wolf has exported all the work and built wonderful battery cages where the factories once stood.
How are the mighty fallen but like lemmings the sheep are not looking where they are going.
The Home coming will be dire
Black Death was the dress rehearsal but now the Show will really begin. However there will not be any refreshments half way through.
Only a few humans survived the Stone Age and this time will no different.
