A Sheepdogs Tail
I'm bordering on a collie, a farmers friend indeed..
I've heard I am a sheepdog or so the cockerel crows..
Others say I'm barking mad and doing harm to trees..
But there's much to like about my life, except for Winter
mornings, when the cold and snow are laying...
My paws play tiptoe in the snow, I need some furry boots..
I'm up each day at the crack of dawn and working in the fields,
no fleecy coat for me...
Those wooly headed creatures are driving me insane..
Now they're going scatty because the wind is blowing...
Running round in circles, not knowing where they're going..
The ewes are feebly bleating for their lambs of yesterday..
While the happy rams are far away and seeing pastures new..
What would the farmer do without me, maybe whistle in the wind..
Or have blisters on his on his size ten feet..
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