The Wooly Sheep
Beside the green and flush meadows, Lies a pen of sheeps, grazing around the green grass, where the kind shepherd lives.
Wandering in the nearby hills, I found a wooly sheep,
Hasn't been sheared for years I think, it's wool was dense and thick.
Took it to the caring sheperd,
To get rid of its weary wool,
Awestruck was the shearer then,
When he saw the loads of wool.
Delighted with the wooly deal,
He sheared it with the tool,
I felt relieved for mighty sheep,
And so was 'Mr WOOL'
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