Trying to lead from a far
Maybe looking for a Tup
To fill their half filled Cup
Keep following this long list lamb
Listening to the lonesome bleats
Licking clean the muddy feet
Wiping down the S---y seat
All the Rams do not care
About this lambs quiet dispare
When it's stood in the street
A motor bike wipes it off its feet
Word by Robert Sole.


