When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair
When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound
I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top
Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair
When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound
I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top
Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell
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