the sheep cleared his throat, a ballad he bleated but pulling wool over eyes, he really had cheatedΒ Β as he simply had boldly repeated what had been writ with the pen haphazardly by chicken-scratch hen
pig used a sty -lus for wife, piglets three wrote stories and poems, wrote them with glee he wrote them to bring home the bacon, you see until he found out the bacon was he!
duck had no luck whatever the weather for her writing she used a quill feather when it poured down with rain the duck near went insane instead of paper she should have used leather
rooster read his work right out loud he crowed and was so very proud but on 5 a.m. he insisted the rest were asleep and persisted they didn't get up so they missed it
the dog had no papers nor did the cat so no point in having a pen, given that but (poetic) license(s) they had they weren't really too bad so with their claws they scratched on a mat
oh yes, on that farm were smart creatures they could write great poems and features the farmer called in a fit look, the cow she has writ but, the *** brayed out, it's udder *******!