Cattle in Trucks / Edith L.M. King

Cattle in Trucks
Poor cows, poor sheep, I weep, I weep To see you packed so tight; While nought you know Of where you go By empty day and night.

Such noise, such heat, Such weary feet, No single thing you know. No rest, no grass, Only alas! Your friends as scared as you.

I wish, I wish, O how I wish, That you could understand That all is well; You go to dwell In some far pasture land.