Our job is really simple,
We’re here to eat the grass
We do it just by instinct,
We never took a class.
From morn ’til night we wander,
With ne’re a chance to rest.
Munching, first from north to south,
And then from east to west.
But here on England’s pastures,
No liberties we take.
At ‘leven o’clock, precisely,
We stop for our Tea Break.
Track and Hedge 