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.
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