Counting Sheep
Black Sheep, White sheep, Grey sheep, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep.
White sheep, white sheep,
One by one hop the fence,
One sheep Two sheep,
Count them all and over again,
Every single night to lull you to sleep,
Counting forwards, counting backwards,
And forward again once more,
Staying out in front,
Where they can always be seen,
Yet some had their flaws and mistakes,
Always manage to remain invisible,
Hidden in the background shadows,
Where they are never seen,
Or mustn’t ever be spoken of,
Meanwhile in the darkest of night,
As black as the midnight sky,
Us sheep that have wool not so white,
The direct opposite of those that are black and white,
We wear our flaws like merit badges,
Right there on the outside for everyone to see,
We stay true to our own kind,
We are ever thing those awful bastards,
