The sheep shearing season is short in Shepton
So short in Shepton it's stepping on septums
And September is too late for conception
In Shepton the sheep saw a ram
A ramming went Rambo through Rotterdam and
Ramsbottom, a Rutting a tutting a Solitary Sam
Who settled in setts where badgers made bets
On mother hubbard's long laboured lamb
Oh but not to be ham, the pigs they globe trotted
And Forgotten the begotten Ramsbottom Ram
They cried out oh Dad, Delivers us Do
From Do da days dallying daily with dew
