I drove my car
down the tar
to the bar

I walking in
put my car in the bin

As i sat down
i looked outside to the town

I saw in the bar
A lot of sheep
The sheep went baa
and high in the air i’d leap

Poor Mr Sar
The sheep drove him crazy
Though he was lazy.

As the sheep went BAA BAA
I went LAA LAA
It was a long song

As an hour went past
On my arm was a cast
From the evil sheep
Though now they were asleep

They drank too much beer
I was in the clear
But poor Mr Sar
He still was crazy
Though the nice sheep gave him a daisy.

I drove my car
down the tar
But not o the bar
But home.

To end this poem
The sheep were the new owners of the bar.

This poem was written/submitted by kelly neuendorf.