Baad, Baad, Black Sheep

Have you herd of the sheep who was baad to the bone?
He went on a rampage, then used his cell phone
To call his sweet mate. “Hello, Dolly!” he said,
“I love ewe but from now on consider me dead.”
By shear luck he escaped from the flock of police,
Pulled the wool o’er their eyes without losing his fleece.
He went on the lam and spent years ruminating
On what always comes from the madness of hating.
He finally turned himself in to the Feds.
“I’m so very sorry that we butted heads.”
His words were sincere, but his lanolin smile
Didn’t soften the heart of the judge at his trial.
“You’re baad to the bone. You must go to the pen!”
Said the judge when he sentenced the young sheep to ten.

Remember this tale when you lie down to sleep,
And count on your blessings instead of black sheep.

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