Back in the fold, the white sheep stare,
chewing the cud that they always chew,
warm in the wool that they always share,
bleating of goats next door, as they do.
Goats are the winners. Don’t ask for fair
kind of treatment, just bleatment and butting at you.
They’ve very hard horns and devour what’s spare
and sheep have to keep to the back of the queue.
Hang on a mo! This is goatland nightmare!
A ram that butts back with its own point of view?
Rams cannot lead – they’re a danger. Beware!
We’re in it together. Goats have told you.
Keep him at the back, we can laugh at him there.
Hell knows he’ll turn sheep into mincemeat or stew.
Don’t listen to him, he is far too aware.
from where has this crowd of rams come into view?