M inD oF A SurReaList SHeEp.
A waLKing cLouD i NibBLE aNd Chew
Most of aLL Day anD MorNinG dEw
I w a L K aRounD tHeN to my KneE’s wiLL faLL
And S c R ea MMMM out at nothinG at all
WeaRing the stranGesT coat oF finest twisT
That’s all flufFeD out like morNing mist
I am great in beD as a wooLLy vEst
From which I am sure you can guess the rest.
AnD wHen it grows MucH to LonG
I’LL sHOUT out a wanTinG song
So FaRmer sHears can Lop it ofF witH such care
Then Leave me to Run around all Naked aNd baRe
IN his field I Nibble aWay
Whilst milky cow cHeWs hEr Hay.
ANd wHen I’m done as niGht DoEs faLL
I’ll LAy Down For Awhile away frOM it ALL
And if I can't sleep due to unRest
I’LL count peoPLE wearing my vest. |