Paging George Orwell, George Orwell, White Courtesy Telephone Please

It was, like, our usual scene:

Just doing our normal routine;

It was April—and cold,

We were all well controlled, 

And the clocks were striking thirteen.

Although we might often have druthers,

We should act like good sisters and brothers:

All animals are equal,

But then comes the sequel: 

Some are more equal than others.   

Two legs are bad, four legs good,

That’s how to think like you should;

Surprise! Two legs bad

Was only a fad—

Two legs good! You misunderstood.

Freedom is slavery—true,

And ignorance, strength (which you knew);

Of course, war is peace,

And as rations decrease, 

Big Brother is watching you.

The creatures looked from their niche,

Between man and pig they would switch;

They were dead meat because 

Already it was 

Impossible to say which was which.