Animal Farm Creative Project

Animal Farm Poem

Beasts of England from far and near,
listen if you'd please
We would like to say
that on this day
Farmer Jones has run off in fear
After a gunning
we sent his men running
they can no longer do us harm
And so we must cheer
so loud and clear
Hurrah for Animal Farm!

Animal Farm, where pastures are green
and where no danger shall dwell
Where our motto is right, uptight, and tright
"All animals are equal"

Comrades we shall lead you,
but please have a heart
We must eat your apples and your milk
to keep us strong and smart

All the rumors that've spread
That Snowball's not dead
Are complete and utter lies.
He is a flicker of dust
A metal to rust
A tyrant with no alibis.
But now a hero is in our midst
We must hail his name as one
A pig with power
To light our dark hour
All hail Napoleon!

Animal Farm, where the pastures are cut by the admirably obedient,
Where the leader is good, who saves our food,
Napoleon was heaven-sent!

You will begin work on the windmill at a quarter to eight,
No breaks, how do you think we will last if we do not work these hours straight?
Your tired hooves are no matter to our Big Brother, Napoleon,
You will work, and work, and Work, and WORK, until construction is done!

So build the windmill on our Animal Farm that will provide electricity,
The things you've heard of Snowball are false, our leader thought the windmill up, see?!

Our leader is sad to announce that there are traitors amongst our kin,
So let the dogs out, his secret police, to punish them for their sin!
This is what happens when you disobey what our loving leader has said,
We rip your throats, and steal your oats,
Stay in line or we'll have your head!

On Animal Farm where we labor for free, and work all through the night!
Take the good horse Boxer for example:
"Napoleon is always right!"

It's sad to hear that strong Boxer has died while the windmill was being made,
But mourn not, for there is work to be done,
While we engage in trade!
One dead horse for "precious supplies", get to work, you have a year.
While your hooves are prying, your old ones dying,
We pigs pour a cup of beer!

Animal Farm, where the pigs and dogs exert complete control,
And those who say WE disobey are WRONG, you ought to know!

Ladies and gentlemen, the civilized, may I have your attention please?
Napoleon is proud to say that our subordinates are on their knees.
They work, they sow, they obey, and they can never do us harm,
So good farmers of England, let's have a drink, courtesy of Manor Farm!

Animal Farm, it was formerly called, now ceases to exist.
We drink and smoke and engage in trade,
How can good humans resist!?