Consonants are kings.
  Text has lost its 'E'.
Vowels have been abandoned
  Just for more efficiency.

Innocent 'O's and 'E's and 'A's
  May face elimination,
A thought that is upsetting
  To The Who's g'generation.

'Gnrtn's more efficient,
  Even though it sounds more painful,
But you really need to edit
  When you've got a throbbing brain full

Of images and people,
  And you must remember names,
Of brightly burning fires
  And the embers of old flames.

There's a constant flow of consonants,
  Though 'I' is ever-present.
Vowels hide in fear
  They'll be shot at like a pheasant.

They hide in woods with owls,
  Who'd be nothing without 'O',
Which could be said for 'one' as well,
  And one could not say 'doh'.

The owls protect the vowel
  That can make a she a shoe.
They emphasise their 'O',
  Using 'oo' sounds when they woo,

Two eyes that peep from hoots,
  Making boots from bits of words,
And with their O-shaped faces
  They are vowel-friendly birds.

Some 'O's are there in faces
  Of the constantly surprised.
The 'U's are hiding underground,
  Some cleverly disguised

In the form of female sheep,
  A ewe who's looking full,
A double-U who hides two 'E's
  Beneath a coat of wool.

The 'E's are in all sheep.
  There are some disguised as bees.
Many more are hiding
  Underneath the leaves of trees.

'A's are in the middle of the day.
  It's where they hide.
They come out in the afternoon
  And then retreat inside.

Many more are underground
  As ants who rarely sleep,
Working hard and waiting for
  The signal from the sheep.

When you see the ants come out
  With the sheep and bees and owls,
You'll know the time has come
  For the sweet revenge of vowels.

The revolution will be televised
  On afternoon TV,
Which will be 'television'.
  Its sounds will be set free.

But the sheep will start to worry.
  In this they won't have changed.
They'll fear their vowels are wolves
  With the letters re-arranged,

Hiding in sheep's clothing,
  In the wool's protective 'O's,
An evil, cunning predator
  Who's right beneath their nose.

Every time the wind blows
  They will hear a grey wolf howl.
They'll hide where they are spied on
  By a well-concealed barn owl.

The owls will fear the daylight.
  They will hide in barns or woods.
You'll never find them standing out
  Beneath red riding hoods.

And the ants will try their hardest.
  They will gladly work forever,
But they'll lack a clear intention
  In this difficult endeavour.

They could really use a 'the'
  And its definite direction.
There are far too many 'A's,
  Each with its own suggestion.

There's no one there to oversee
  The ants' hard-working crews.
Without the 'O's and 'E's
  And the double-U of ewes

The flrs won't bloom to flowers
  And they won't attract the bees,
Who'll keep their 'E's in hives
  With their honey and their knees.

The vowel revolution
  Won't survive the afternoon.
Words like 'ruination'
  Will be left behind to ruin.