Sheep
Sing me to sleep with lips like velvet and eyes like glass,
I'll count all the little black sheep while time ticks past.
Blow out the candles beside my bed,
Swirling little ghosts, quietly going away to play.
1, 2, 3, 4 & many more tiny black sheep trot behind the first,
As they make their way through the misty haze of dream.
Tiny little feet, delicately tapping to a silent rhythm & beat,
Happy little cotton balls of fluff, with not a care in the world.
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