In fields where laughter sprightly grows,
Lambchop pranced in sunshine’s glow,
With sisters close, a fluffy band,
Adorned with wreaths from flowered land.
They jumped through daisies, bright and bold,
Their woolly coats like clouds of gold;
Each hop a giggle, each leap a cheer,
The world around them melted near.
“Oh look!” cried one, with a twirl and spin,
“A buffet spread! Let the feasting begin!”
They darted forth with gleeful haste,
Who knew cake could be such a tasty feast?
With cloven feet on the quiche they danced,
In savory puddles their tails they pranced;
A mountain of cakes and muffins piled high—
Who’d price out pastries for sheep who fly?
An orchard of carrots within their view,
The dreams of a banquet were coming true;
Yet in their charge toward the edible tower,
Came chaos—oh sweet, absurd power!
A tumbleweed crash! Oh what a delight!
They rolled through the buffet—a sight to incite;
With petals as scepters and crumbs as crowns,
Lambchop's reign brought giggles—not frowns.
So here’s to that day spent under tree shade,
Where sheep dreamt big and mischief displayed;
For in every frolic beneath sky so wide—
A feast of joy where pure humor can glide.
A fully rigged figure inspired by a Valais Blacknose Sheep.