Wooly the sheep was as stubborn as a bull
She were at least twenty five coats of wool
When all the other sheep went for a shave
Wooly would just sit on the hill and wave
When winter came and the air got cold
You would hear old Wooly scold.
"I'd sell you my fur, but you have not a nickel"
So the others froze as stiff as an icicle
But when summer came, and the sun finally rose
The sheep unfroze,
From their head to their toes.
This time Old Wooly was not too cool
When the sun did bake her coats of wool
Indeed, old Wooly the Sheep needed a shave
But nobody forgot and nobody forgave
Thomas Schroyer
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