We Six Sheep of Bethlehem Be

We six sheep of Bethlehem be Bogg, Whiff, Wheep, the triplets and me* We all get fed and sleep in this shed It's simple, but so are we! O star of wonder, star so bright Guiding strange folk here tonight Unsuspecting sheep affecting Oh, what a holy fright! Who's these people? Oh Golly Gosh! What's a'doing? Bish! Bash! Bosh! There's a stranger in our manger, Offsprung into our nosh! O wondrous star, so satnav wise Heaven guiding fat rich guys Who needs peasants bringing presents? Kings give the best surprise! It's them shepherds - oh, what a pain! Nosy types - a sheep's daily bane; Off their backsides from the hillsides Interfering again! O wondrous star, O shiny thing Even a sheepie can look at a king Happy greetings, birthday bleatings Who knew the sheep could sing? O party star, O star so true; Kings and shepherds having a do Dancing clapping, no chance napping What's a tired sheep to do? Our bedroom's filled with brilliant light, With people that we didn't invite And something odder in our fodder; Oh, for a Silent Night! *Sheep can count but, as Eric Morecambe might have said, although they have the right numbers, they are not necessarily in the right order.