Adorable Ewe

The symbol of docility In green lands of tranquility. There’s more to lamb that meets the eye Besides her nature, soft and shy. Over its tender chops we drool But not until we shear the wool. Then sing along a song to weep Over less fortunate black sheep. Her dignity stripped by the ploy - The Dame, the Master and the boy. Doomed destiny of a poor lamb Is far from fairy tale glam. Let us salute each tender ewe With love and respect overdue. As they lull us into our sleep While we recount them leap by leap.