One Thing For Sure - A Sheep

Sir Beldevere: What Makes You Think She's A Witch? Peasant 3: Well, She Turned Me Into A Newt! Sir Beldevere: A Newt? Peasant 3: [meekly After A Long Pause] ... I Got Better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn Her Anyway!

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.

We Come From Nothing, We Are Going Back To Nothing-in The End What Have We Lost? Nothing!

We Don't Deliberately Set Out To Offend. Unless We Feel It's Justified.

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life.