I Don't Believe In Religion, For I

If You In The Morning Throw Minutes Away, You Can't Pick Them Up In The Course Of A Day. You May Hurry And Scurry, And Flurry And Worry, You've Lost Them Forever, Forever And Aye.

Now I Say That With Cruelty And Oppression It Is Everybody's Business To Interfere When They See It.

Though I Am An Old Horse, And Have Seen And Heard A Great Deal, I Never Yet Could Make Out Why Men Are So Fond Of This Sport; They Often Hurt Themselves, Often Spoil Good Horses, And Tear Up The Fields, And All For A Hare, Or A Fox, Or A Stag, That They Could Get More Easily Some Other Way; But We Are Only Horses, And Don't Know.

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

What Right Had They To Make Me Suffer Like That?