The Dolls

I love sheep

and out of them all I really love the Doll's and The secrets they keep

When one is hunted down I lose sleep

When one is wounded it makes me wanna weep

The Doll Sheep are equiped with hinds feet

They can skip through the rocks without missin' a beat

They can climb high up-top any mountain in order to escape a mid summers heat

When they go into the lowlands in search of clovers for a treat

They have the ability

to out run the wolves

Due to the agility

Of their cloven holves

Woo !!! Woo !!! Glory to God !!! Priase the Most High such a creature exists !!! They battle with horns not fists!!!

Buttin' heads for postions of leadership and dominance

Excercisin' their power to overcome sickness and disease

Yet still together in love they gather to do a little dance

While they face another mountains challenge with ease

I thank them for givin' me the chance

To get down on my knees

In hopes to catch the Lords glance

All the while knowin' it's him the Doll's are out to please