All creatures have Mothers and whatever their shape or form all Mothers have loved their offspring since Earth’s very first dawn Whether they’re high in the treetops or in the forest deep they watch over their loved ones as they stir gently in their sleep And Mother’s there to nurture and lend them a guiding hand to survive in a shrinking world ravaged by the advance of man But Mother’s low is unanswered by the calf they’ve dragged away Soon she’ll depart this world herself – the abattoir beckons today The sow mourns her piglets, the ewe her lambs’ bloody…