It's nature's way that in the spring
Emotions make a lamb's soul sing
And so it was my young heart found
That love is not by species bound
Well cruelly spent, did cupid's dart
Pierce deep my foolish woolly heart
A wiser sheep would fain desert
Such love unwise and bound to hurt.
Nor was it then that common sense
Came forth to give me sound defence
No matter how well meant and groomed
My ardent love was clearly doomed.
For fate is fickle, fate unkind
Fate unhinged my young sheep's mind
Though strong inside my true love burns
It never wins my love's returns
So ardent burn my ovine fires
Kindling noble deep desires
But I know what e'er I do
That four legs never yet won two
She lives a life I cannot know
And goes to places sheep don't go
I patient wait and hope she'll pass
But know she'll never share my grass.
I know it's doomed, I know I've lost
My passion most unkindly crossed
For even if she knew my heart
I know our lives must stay apart.
But maybe she might scratch my nose
My love troth's a half-eaten rose
With that held in her lovely hand,
To think on, she might understand.