I saw a farmer shoot a jay.
The bird fell down. I nearly cried.
The poor poor bird, I bet it died.
On my way back home from school
I saw that farmer being cruel:
I saw him shoot another bird,
And then I saw him shoot a third.
I went straight home and told my mum.
She went and got my daddy's gun.
She filled the barrel full of lead
And went and shot that farmer dead.