Crazy old Ram McMutton Built an empire out of cotton Was a bit of a fool Better to set up in wool In despair began to weep Lost his flock, the sheep Went to competitor mr Wolf Now graze on meadows for golf Managed by a speckled beagle Clear from people hitting an eagle His wife, the lovely Ewe Stops this poem now, leave
Was not sure if I should press Publish or Delete but I guess I’m fearless today. Ha de Gött!
Nice bit of silliness Ulle.
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