Uncle Neal Loves Teal
most beautiful sheep crown was ready to be given out
vain sheep had been prancing up and down, all about
I know it will be me, one overconfident one said with a shout
the judges made a note of this, and another one’s pout.
crown was pretty, enhanced by rhinestones that were real.
all the girl sheep wanted it, this was their August deal.
Whoever got crowned queen usually wore a bit of teal
for they always chose the same head judge, my uncle Neal
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