eclogue (n.): a poem in which shepherds converse.

Is this word really necessary?

“I wish the rain would let up just a bit,”
Said gloomy Francis, marching through the glen,
“My flock — the rams at least — will have a fit
if they keep sliding ’round as they descend.”
His oldest friend, a man named Peter Rupp,
said, “Well, I rather like the wet ravine,
For when you watch the biggest try to tup,
They slip and fall and make the biggest scene.”
“What ho,” said Mary, tromping t’wards the pair,
“you idiots are going to get drenched!”
“Go fuck yourself,” said Francis with a sneer.
“Yeah, bugger off,” said Peter, “stupid wench.”
The moral of the story, as you know,
Is “when it rains, be glad it isn’t snow.”