But now I must sleep,
I’ve tried counting sheep,
But sheep just don’t work!
I counted them jumping right over a gate,
The looks they gave me filled with hate,
“We’re sick of this gate" they bleated and barred
“Our poor legs are tired, it’s getting quite hard!
Round in a circle again and again
We’ve already jumped it nine times, maybe TEN!
If you’ve got any sense, put your head on your pillow
Feel it snugly and warm, like a big soft marshmallow
You’ll close your eyes and drift off to sleep
And leave us alone, we poor knackered sheep!"
But now I must sleep,
I’ve tried counting sheep,
But sheep just don’t work.......