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The sheep were in the meadow
Looking for a bite Freddie came to feed them And they all took off in fright He chased them 'round the meadow Trying to catch them all Not looking where he's running On sheep shit he did fall The sheep ran as he lay there Never to return He cried out, "Please come back, guys. My lesson I have learned!" The sheep they all ignored him They didn't like his kind He had a nasty temper And a perverted little mind They took off for a nearby farm Hoping to find a home Leaving the kinky shepherd Lying all alone Freddie cried all night and day Wishing they'd come back He loved them each and every one Especially in the sack
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