Mad Cow is now King of the Cows The bulls and princes taking bows The chickens, hens and mud-stained pigs Horses, goats and fowl in wigs All stand at attention and salute The heavens are quiet, the bugle mute But still they bow and scrape their knees And every move involves a fee Suck up to his Highness, round and royal Practice bending, the special coil Scrape the meadow, become the snake See the future as a placid lake Feed forever, hay on call Gin up praise, hand him a wall Twist in the wind, fully at sea Holding your breath is the key Swallow your words, happy and fatter All required by the Prince Mad Hatter And toss your soul in the composting bin Loving the beast can’t be a sin Look in the mirror, image is all Please get ready for your curtain call.