the sheep cleared his throat, a ballad he bleated
but pulling wool over eyes, he really had cheated  
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 *******!