Sheep Valentine
My thinking has gone wooly since you caught my eye.
I even started ambling into the pig sty.
From all the sheep in the flock, you surely did stand out.
What a fine ram you are. Of that, there is no doubt.
I felt a little sheepish, but when you looked my way,
my heart was bleating for you not to stray.
Come gamboling with me. We can be a little baa-d
Sheer heaven it will be - best time you’ve ever had.
We’ll graze the greenest pastures and roll in clover too.
Just say that you’ll be mine, and I’ll be your dear ewe.
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