The Sheep Stood On the Burning Deck

The sheep stood on the burning deck, when all but he had fled Someone had placed the captain's hat upon his woolly head So bravely stood the sheep upon his first and last command Promoted to high station and to duty's dire demand. Beyond the ship to starboard, he surveyed the churning sea And the crew, all in their lifeboats, working furiously, To gain a good safe distance, they rowed both fast and well So they would not go down with the ship beneath the final swell. Comes the moment, comes the sheep and, as the captain on the deck, The sheep stood in command, but with a rope tied round his neck As the waves came lapping up and all the flames went dying down It sank beneath the waves with the sheep and his proud crown.