I'm off to counting sheep again, 800 I will see
I take my Van and hit the road, four days I will be free
Up to the North to heatherland, origin of the breed
Good humor and my cigarettes is really all I need
I'm looking forward to this trip, for I enjoy the ride
Five hours it will take me, but I sure will love the sight
My husband stays at home, although he realy love those sheep
but not alive that much he said, more stewed in gravy deep
I'll take pics to show you guys the lovely sight of heather
Hope these days it will not rain, but won't command the weather
Last weekend of July I will be roaming nice places
On areas where men won't come, to look at sweet sheep faces
When I'm there I will go 'round to my sisters place as well
she lives in a forest, in a cosey house I can tell
She has a tiny horse and little donkey is his friend
twenty cats, some chickens and two dogs she has to attend
On Monday afternoon when I'll finish the inspections
I'll turn my car, drive towards home, following directions
You have to do without me, but be sure I will come back
I'll say goodbye to you, I'm off to hit the old sheeptrack
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