by Mr. Lucas Brice
A shepherd used to wash his sheep,
At night when they were fast asleep,
When they woke up they were quite clean,
They did not know where they had been,
One day he woke before the dawn,
And found out all his sheep were gone,
He searched the meadow and the hill,
But in his quest, he came up nil,
Just when it seemed as he had feared,
His sheep had up and disappeared,
He heard a bleating in the trees,
It was the sheep, it wasn’t bees,
The firemen helped to get them down,
With other people from the town,
He didn’t know and nor do I,
How they got up there, maybe they fly.
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Original photo by Dickie Anginson.