It is only a fact we are born to die
The same for the horse and cow as you and i
For the wealthy and famous and the poor strangers to fame
At the end of life's journey it will be the same,
To the scythe of the Reaper the great tree eventually does fall
And what applies to the tree does apply to us all
Immortality not even for human kind
The greats of human history amongst the dead you will find
The sheep in the paddock in many ways similar to me
We both have been born into mortality
The sheep is a herbivore humans like meat
And her kind as mutton we do like to eat
But what goes for her goes for you and i
As mortals like her we were born to die.
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