The Black Sheep

Baa, baa, baa,

The black sheep cried,

He’d lost his mum,

On whom he relied.

He’d wandered off,

Then looked around,

And nowhere could,

His mother be found!

He baaed to the flock,

Where can she be?

No answer came back,

It was a mystery.

He galloped around,

Bleating loud and clear,

When suddenly,

She did appear.

Where have you been?

He asked, distressed,

To which she answered,

I’ve been undressed.

My coat’s been shorn,

Can you not see?

I feel much cooler,

And of the weight I’m free!