Little Ellie G

Went and lost her sheep

As the band played on behind her.

It wouldn’t hurt

To check under her skirt

Five or six could hide up there, I’m sure.

Instead she just stared

With a disaffected glare

Into a vague middle distance.

Maybe sheep aren’t her jam

So some lambs on the lam

Are something she willed into existence.

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