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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