Walking Sheep

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Walking Sheep
Written By MK (Monkeyking2011)

Oh, we're little gray peep,
and we're walking our sheep,
hand in hand we go strolling,
in red Dryland we're walking.

Here comes Lori in gray,
she plays music all day.
Flute in hand she blows notes,
past the hulking dead boats.

Dashing MK he follows,
in his loud voice he bellows:
"Lori bring in the flock,
Cuz the wolves might attack!"


"On no, will you protect us?
But Sir MK you must!"
Little Lori starts crying,
blue eyes wide and imploring.

So they run to the pond,
where the ducks all abound,
And they hide in the reeds,
and the flowering weeds.


When the wolves come a-sniffing,
They charge out and start killing,
like the apocalypse coming,
Now the wolves all start dying.

When the battle is done.
And the wolves are all gone.
Lori gathers the sheep,
for the long return trip.

Oh, we're little gray peep,
and we're walking our sheep,
hand in hand we go strolling,
in red Dryland we're walking.


Location ~ Dryland


MK and Lori Novo at Dryland walking their sheep

2 comments:

  1. We got more exercise than we bargained for, but I loved the excitement. Sheep 1, Wolves 0.

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