Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Now this little diddy,
Makes me stand up and shout.
Let me just tell you,
what they’re leaving out.
That master got so high,
he forgot his own name.
As for that crazy lady,
what she did was a shame.
Now for that little boy,
Who once lived down the lane.
He lost all his teeth,
and has to walk with a cane.
Because Black Sheep’s wool,
is the worst meth around.
You can ask any junky,
on this side of town.
If you’re down on Fifth and Grand,
please don’t be another fool.
If you see Black Sheep coming by,
tell him you don’t want his wool.
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