A vivid bleat
At gambolled pace
What's going on?
Why all the haste?
A froth of fleece
Warming flow
All the whiteness
Stands in row.
Beady eyes
Short flicked tail
Stubby legs
Woolly trail.
Lamby mittens
Express route
Little clubbed feet
Blackest boot.
Leaping leaps
Flocked and rare
Nineteen in the pen
One to spare.
Opened gate
Fields and moor
Ewes in lamb
Ungulates galore.
