Sheep come in all shapes, sizes and temperaments.

Here are some of my sheep friends.

	Some sheep are very tidy And, some sheep, they are not. A girl must look her best, you know, Making most of what she's got.   It's no good being careless About your woolly fluff. To scratch against a bramble bush Is really not enough.   For Euan Ewe it will not do To go about untidy. You'll find she always looks her best When supping out on Friday.
Some sheep enjoy adventure. That's what they really like. What better way to exercise Than going for a hike?   To pack a lunch and wander off, Then graze the upland hill. As once their sheep ancestors did. Some are nomadic still.
	But they are not all adventurous. Some like to stay at home, Keeping close to Mummy Sheep. They don't like to be alone.   Especially the little lambs Whose frolics, skips and jumpies Never take them far away From Mummy's friendly bumpies.
Some sheep, I hear, are not so bright And have not too much brain. They hardly know their day from night And sit out in the rain . This hairy sheep can't find his feet. They're hidden beneath his coat. He looks at all the other sheep And thinks he is a goat.
	Now this one is a happy sheep. Her name is Danielle. She is full of fun and mischief As her smiling face will tell.    She thought she'd like to have a swim, Jumped in the farmer's sink. Spilled a bottle of tomato sauce And turned her wool bright pink.
Though sheep can make us happy They can also make us sad For sometimes they are well behaved And sometimes they are bad.   Just see this little maiden As tears fall from her eye. We know she loves her little sheep But they sometimes make her cry.
My name is Mustard