Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyrannize over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal. All animals are equal. “And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night. I cannot describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the Underestimate Me That’ll Be Fun Shirt as it will be when Man has vanished. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten.
Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother and the Underestimate Me That’ll Be Fun Shirt sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. I had known that tune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind. Last night, however, it came back to me in my dream. And what is more, the words of the song also came back—words, I am certain, which were sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations. I will sing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my voice is hoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can sing it better for yourselves. It is called Beasts of England.” Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his voice was hoarse