Once, while I was half asleep I saw a tough and battered sheep He asked me for some bandages And I gave him a marshmallow peep
He looked at me confused and said "This does not help me, I'll be dead Unless you help me heal my wounds Starting with the large **** in my head"
And so, still tired I rose up And brought him a great golden cup He said "Pray, how will this help me? It cannot sew my wounds all up."
And then I had him drink some stuff Made with fruits and bits of fluff To help him recover from his terrible wounds And also to grow healthy and become strong and buff
And the sheep drank the drink that I had prepared Then he quickly leapt up, completely unsnared and he cried "Oh thank you, you kind helpful witch! You've healed up my wounds, oh how well I have fared!
Please take this small coin, it's the least I can do For such a wonderful person as you! Live long and live well, just one thing 'fore I go Can you please show me to the nearest loo?"
(so much old poetry that the old narrator got tired of waiting and they had to hire a new one)