Counting my sheep,
Are all eleven here?
Even the mischievous lamb,
Who has no fear?
1 sheep is
Jumping through the air,
Appearing everywhere,
A sight so very rare.
2 sheep are
Grazing in the field,
No scars to be healed,
'Cos of their woolly shield.
3 sheep are
Napping in the shade,
To the smell of pie home-made,
On the table ready laid.
4 sheep are
Playing in the grass,
Careful to avoid the glass,
Of old and dirty jars.
The 11th sheep,
Wait, where's William?
Like a balloon with no helium
or a pie that is not really yum,
I search for my cute lamb,
When suddenly...BAM!
William comes hurtling,
My one and only lamb.
