Sheep No. 29

Most of the sheep on this hill will toe the line.
But I can't get a hold on number 29.
She will try to buck the trend
And find a way right out of this pen (but)
She ends up right back in the lions' den.

Hello my old friend
Seems we are condemned
To forever burn
Ewe and I will never, ever learn.

All of your plans can come undone
With a lack of vision and a slip of the tongue
A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the wisest men (but)
Only a fool would do it again and again.

Hello my old friend
Seems we are condemned
To forever burn
Ewe and I will never, ever learn.



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Paul Goode
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