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.