Sheep
I wandered lonely
as a sheep,
thinking many sheepish thoughts,
though none were deep;
I wondered for a while upon
where the other sheep had gone.
Whilst munching grass
and chewing cud,
across the fields
like a cloud
I’d scud.
I wandered lonely
as a sheep,
thinking many sheepish thoughts,
though none were deep;
I wondered for a while upon
where the other sheep had gone.
Whilst munching grass
and chewing cud,
across the fields
like a cloud
I’d scud.