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About This Poem
Shear Envy
I wish I could grow
A long winter coat
As do the sheep and mountain goat
I'm a cold shivering hairless
But this is my fate
To freeze while I wear less
Say the sheep:
We'd like cool breezes
To tickle our skin
But these thick heavy coats
Don't let any in
We'd shear off our coats
And put them on him
But this is our fate
We really can't win
Says the farmer:
The shivering hairless
Is occasionally cold
But it is small
and lives to be old
And the sheep get sheared
On hot summer days
But during the winter
They're the food on our trays
There's always a downside
You needn't look far
So be thankful to fate
That you are who you are
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