In the clinging ordinariness of them insignificant sheep how they crave love to bring color to white blandness chomping hay and green grass life's pleasure for the huddled masses so in love they find warmth and baa in fanciful tongues milking away in fluffy paradise but always the sheep come summer and the skies blue love melts away like winters snow and they part to gambol and hop from her to him and him to another do not talk love for love sake that was then this is now we have no strings attached never real or lasting for sheep are sheep ah! the joys of sheep in love love is for the winters blues never felt it till ewe came along baa baa baaa roses are red baa baa ba humbug we are sheep and ewe are ewe