Sheep are Stupid

When the night gets dark
I sit outside and wonder
Where has the sky gone?
So I sit and ponder.
For I am a sheep.
A simple, stupid sheep.
I cannot tell when I'm awake,
from when I am asleep.
I sit outside in the day
and stand and stand and stand
I examine the wondrous world
which is my patch of land.
The grass does grow
beneath my tired feet
and far in the distance,
I hear another bleat.
There are many in this paddock
and many in the sky
why are some of us down here,
and others up so high?
There isn't too much choice,
but my favorite food is grass
eating is my favourite way
to make the time go past.
If I was to choose any life
This is what I'd choose
It doesn't matter what I do
I've got nothing to lose.
Being a sheep is easy
As there is just one rule
No matter what you're up to
make sure you play the fool.