Sheep
A school of sheep walk in rows. There was Mikey, Sue, Gorge, and Rose many more to be told. They followed the teacher hoof to tail bubbles filled with air. Through the field through the woods follows row by row to avoid the hunter's goal. His teeth are sharp, mind is quick, fur is stuck in a branch a sign of near. A school of sheep walks in rows. There was Mikey, Sue, Gorge, and Rose many more to be told. They sit around the mettow to another seen to see, blood and wool and flowers as they all come to peace. They all feared the teeth and claws and fur till the day they found the way to kill the wolf with bone.
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