I married a sheep
After my wolfish tricks
I taught the sheep some leaping
Who never would obey
Me too I walked the sheep way
Though a hard gait to play
The day began with a wolfish sheepish laughter
And yet would end
With a sheepish wolfish cry
Right now the sheep a wolfish sheep
Beside me a sheepish wolf
For us both a gentle gait would find
To spite the shying mind
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