Bah, bah, bah, bah
We lambs are meek and gentle creatures
Never harm anyone
We live in peace and harmony
Green pasture and spring weather
Is all that we love
This is our nature.
Because of serenity in our core
Lamb is appetizing and delicious
This fact is know by all who
Have savored us before.
We‘re so cool and relaxed that
Even when our life is in danger
We don’t put up a fight in defense
We don’t kick or gore
Don’t growl or snarl
Our personality is the reason
Why our flesh is tender.
When they take us to slaughter
We calmly and submissive
Under the gaze of the flock
Follow our executioner
Who is holding a knife
Because we hate violence
Our enemies admire this trait.
When a vicious wolf attacks our herd
And tears apart our child in plain sight
While from the crushed body
Of our love one between his fangs
Blood is dripping down
We show no reaction
Because we reject violence
Wolves know this truth
And highly respect our values
Our serenity is so deep-rooted that
When one of us roars to fight
Clashes with enemy
Who came to shed his blood,
We watch him with apathy and
Contempt in our eyes
Thinking this madness is not from us
Wondering what kind of animal he is.
Then we do what we have always done
Bah, bah, bah, bah