Tastes Like Oligarchy

We've let the coyote back in the coop

he's at hens again, licking their poop

The fox's now rabid, more than afore

we gave him a key; he busted a door! 

For four years we saw, full of a terror

as wolfman bit, eviscerating bearers

We screamed warnings, to deaf ears

so, no chicken, and farm 'tis at tears!