Don't you pull the wool over my eyes
I can tell a wolf from a sheep
And to me it comes as no surprise
To find you're not little Bo Peep
But a scud missile from the skies
Oh the castle keep is seized
And the sheep fold it is rustled
And the mast of the ship is leased
To the Captain who is puzzled
And I follow but I keep
My head away from flies
And I am still among the sheep
Sleep walking in Western lies
In all but one of the cases
I have run out of spaces
And parked my teeth
Into the coconut shies
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