Norris the sheep was an odd old thing,
his fleece was as blue as the sky.
All the white sheep used to laugh,
poor Norris used to cry.
When the white sheep played football,
poor Norris couldn’t play.
He’d ask them all real nicely,
but they shouted “Go Away! ”
Then one day came an ogre,
he was hungering for some sheep.
He grabbed up the all white ones,
and tied ‘em in a heap.
But Norris wasn’t spotted,
as he sat beside the lake.
He crept up on the ogre,
no sound did Norris make.
He hit the ogre on the head,
he cleanly knocked him out.
He tied him up, released the sheep,
and the sheep began to shout.
“Norris is our Hero! ”
“Norris is so great! ”
“It doesn’t matter that he’s blue,
he’s a really awesome mate! ”
Now Norris isn’t lonely,
the white sheep understand.
It isn’t how you look at all,
it’s the inside that makes us grand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem