As Nursery Rhymes go; this one is no joke! Beware if you Dare not to, you will eventually lose your skin.
Ba, Ba Fat Sheep Three Bags Full the Moon is Too and You can Lose Your Wool!
Little, little, little lambs
Playing upon the balmy sands
Of Time you are unaware; and yet do you not, care
The devil is set to come; yet you frolic, in the sun
You'll be his by noon day hour; once he comes into power
As you stand and stare there; fearless set to run
Playing upon the balmy sands
Of Time you are unaware; and yet do you not, care
The devil is set to come; yet you frolic, in the sun
You'll be his by noon day hour; once he comes into power
As you stand and stare there; fearless set to run
As If: You Were, Under the Gun!
Sheepish now its to late for you pregnant ewes to Run!
You've known not that you have been sheared
Until you are found shivering under the Son
Time has approached her end
Its time for an Order; new to begin
Your Silence falls upon you chin
You've known not that you have been sheared
Until you are found shivering under the Son
Time has approached her end
Its time for an Order; new to begin
Your Silence falls upon you chin
The Silence of the Lambs now Called and Trumped
So many untold; and yet still
They were sold
Lock, stock, and barrels of gold
The Great and the Small
The Young and the Old
Even the Short and the Tall
They were sold
Lock, stock, and barrels of gold
The Great and the Small
The Young and the Old
Even the Short and the Tall
Two Lions Roared and Foretold
But the High and the Mighty were unsold
Baying sheep are they all; taken in by
Wolves in Cheep Skins
The lambs sowed little; oh what a sight!
Not even could they, put up a frighten flight
As the light of day; they all faded away
Baying sheep are they all; taken in by
Wolves in Cheep Skins
The lambs sowed little; oh what a sight!
Not even could they, put up a frighten flight
As the light of day; they all faded away
No Seasonings in this Season
Unsalted and bland they lost The Lamb
Even the Promised of the Land
These poor forsaken little lambs
Even forsook by royal crooks
Kings and Queens of the Ethnos
Gave up they The Holy Ghost
Even the Promised of the Land
These poor forsaken little lambs
Even forsook by royal crooks
Kings and Queens of the Ethnos
Gave up they The Holy Ghost
Believing on the Dirty Dragon's Lie
Tongue and cheeky these little lambs
Set to go into a frying pan
As the lions roar fulfill your chore!
Awake! Awake! Or be taken in your Slumber
You fools with heads full of Knotted Lumber!
he Is not the One!
he is the Forgot-ton Son.
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Set to go into a frying pan
As the lions roar fulfill your chore!
Awake! Awake! Or be taken in your Slumber
You fools with heads full of Knotted Lumber!
he Is not the One!
he is the Forgot-ton Son.
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
