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A big woolly sheep walked round with pride.
He boasted to the group of calves outside:
“Now calves, please show me some respect.
For my nice thick wool is really perfect.”
There was one small calf out in the yard
Who to the sheep showed no regard:
“But one fine day, when you are dead
They’ll be drinking our milk,” she quietly said.
Copyright 2007