An open meadow, green and thick
Makes every shepherd wild
To gather his whole wooly flock
And graze the free land mild.
But where one herdsman tarries
The land will soon be full
Of other shepherds gathered
To deplore the price of wool.
And soon they bring their flocks and kin
To reap each blade, leaf, root and feather
And gather up to drink rum
And to predict the weather.
And once the lea has been stripped bare
And no-one's left for thanking,
The flock is left to starve or
Follow graziers into banking.
The tragedy's a common one,
Cultivated from these roots:
Too many open ovine mouths
Near surplus farmers' boots.
COMMONS, n. A pastoral resource held collectively in trust by the parents of malthusian libertarians.