As I was going to…
sleep,
I heard the sound of a thousand sheep;
they seemed to be growing closer by,
when I heard a tall voice cry,
‘Three bags full?’
‘No, sir! No, sir!’
did cry a sheep.
‘We do not produce our wool for you,
we need our coats in this Winter deep,
come back when the Summer’s due,
we might just shed a fleece for you.
Graeme Sandford 