Исполнитель: V4.5 Fusion
Автор текста: Узланер Михаил
Автор музыки: V4.5 Fusion
Размещено: 19 июля 2025 08:18
1.
On Jack Stark"s farm down in the southern land,
Ten geese lived happy, waddling wing in wing,
Their coop was cozy, clean and proudly grand-
They lacked for nothing, not a single thing.
But soon the geese began to raise a brow:
Why is sweet Sally treated different now?
They gave her meals far richer than before,
And built her cage with lights, a heated floor!
Chorus:
Sally, Sally, they pamper you so gladly,
With extra feed and loving care each day,
They treat you like a queen in every way!
2.
The flock grew jealous, grumbling in disgust:
"We need those perks as well - it"s only just!
We"ve lived here long! She"s new - that"s plain to see!"
And charged her cage in feathered mutiny.
But Sally answered, calm and full of grace:
"I have the finest form, the whitest face.
I"m cultured, charming, larger than you all-
I earned this life! So stop your petty squall!"
Chorus:
Sally, Sally, why would you be weary?
You"re brighter, bolder, plumper too, they say!
The finest of all farm beasts any day.
3.
At last, the day arrived - the chosen one was called.
The farmer's wife came smiling, soft and tall.
She stroked sweet Sally gently, warm and kind,
While Sally honked with joy and peace of mind:
"You see, dear flock, the master loves me best!
He's bringing me to join his noble nest.
At last I rise into the world"s elite-
No goose alive has known such joy, such heat!"
Chorus:
Sally, Sally, your dreams were not in vain,
They fed you rich and dressed you up so fine,
With protein mix and care - oh, all divine!
4.
Then Christmas came, with cheer and ringing bells.
At dinner"s head, where joy and laughter swells,
Sat Sally, glistening, garnished with delight-
With apples baked and herbs tucked in just right.
The wine flowed freely, brandy filled the air,
The tree stood bright, the guests in festive flair.
While Jack sat laughing with his smiling wife...
And tasted Sally - roast, the meal of life.
Chorus (final):
Sally, Sally, none of us expected,
Your tale to end upon a silver tray.
There"s always spit for fools who lose their way.