Doors
slammed shut with quite a sound
Children scattered for
miles around
Sheep dogs scampered
for their box
The only winner the
hungry fox
.
Another lamming season
in the hills
Where natures cares not
who it kills
Favourite ewes and
trusted friends
In cold heath land meet
bitter end
.
Wives scatter or on
best behaviour
Wishing all twins as
the family saviour
Colostrum in bottles
temperature right
Awake in the byre all
through the night
.
Eye bags sagging deep
and low
The sleepless shepherd
to the pub will go
With other shepherds
time is spent
Boasting lamming rates
of hundred percent
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