My Flock of Sheep

Once I had a flock of sheep
Most were white, few were black
I took them out to graze the grass
To make them stronger each day

Their fleece grew thick as days passed by
Then came Spring, it's time to shear
The shearer came and soon the sheeps
had nothing on their skin



Mama sheep, her name was Ewe
Papa sheep, his name was Ram
And all their babies were called lambs
Together they bleat "baa-baa" 


One, two, three, four, five and six
seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Thirteen, fourteen and fifteen
I just like counting them, Yeah !

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