The Lyrics
FARMER:
This ain't a veal life,
It's mainly pastury:
Bocks and lambs collide
When the gait is a prancing spree.
On slopes they slide
When they ride--a tupping spree.
After ovine joy, they're feeling muttony,
Because it's sheepy come, sheepy "O,"
Mary's nigh; Merino
Is the lamb that followed
Her to school; it was a rules breach,
Rules breach.
"Baa, baa!" grunt thrills a ram;
Pumps his gun to ruby red,
Pulls the trigger and she's bred.
Bock, bock, the goat makes a run,
But prowed, the proud ram chases him away.
FLOCK:
"Baa, baa!" Ewe-ew-ew-ew.
FARMER:
Chosen for a mate this "guy."
They're makin' time out in the fields just harrowed;
Capricorn carries on; this mutton'd really rather. . . .
To mate, ovine must come,
Gets shivers down her spine,
Body quaking from that pine.
Wood plied, heavy body, the mutton grows--
Gutter cleaved, then get in line, each sated ewe.
FLOCK:
"Baa, baa!" Ewe-ew-ew-ew .
FARMER:
Any whey, the milked goat?
Shy shoats will get fried
As a dish, and sheep'll get shorn, spring/fall.
She sees a little twiglet then grow to a stand--
Scares the moose, scares the moose dam; views hugest ram mangrove.
HERD:.
Plumb herd, a tight fit
MARY:
Mary, very, likes it--deep!
FARMER:
Gals will bray, "Go!" Gals will bray, "Go!"
Agnus Deo." Gals will bray, "Go! Frigger-o!"
BO PEEP, MARY:
Ram, Bliss me!
RAM
No!
STY:
Putz, try shtuppin' pork.
RAM:
Oy[nk]?!
FARMER:
Those hoggies love sheep.
STY:
You'll love that pork, boy[nk]; jump on pork, phallusy.
RAM:
Sans-apple snout; it's a pome-paucity.
Sheep be fun; sheep me know.
Will you let me go?
HERD, STY, MARY, BO PEEP:
Ram thriller, no, we will not let you go!
FLOCK:
Let him go!
HERD. . . :
Ram driller, no, we will not let him go!"
RAM:
Let me go!
HERD. . . :
Ram filler, no, we will not let you go!
RAM:
Let me go!
HERD. . . "
Will not let you go!
RAM-CARNERO:
Let me go!
Go, go, go, go, go! ¡va! ¡va!
¿Vaca? ¡Bah! ¡Bah! ¿Brahma? ¡Nada! Bacchanalia--baa, baa brama*
Lets me know:
Beasts bellow, bub, when your tendril is wide and woody.
The bleat, so sweet!
I'd rather bone sheep than any other phylum,
Rather go sheep-deep than, e.g., a pup dry hump.
Oh, save me; ram-ewe's what drives me crazy.
Just gotta get in, just gotta get in 'fore they're sheared!
FARMER:
Mutton'd really rather,
Rather than Bo Peep,
Mutton'd really rather, mutton'd really rather do sheep.
RAM:
Hey, they're kindred, you know!
* "Cow? I don't think so. Brahma bull? No way! Bacchanalia--the baa, baa of rutting season/baa, baa bellows." The phrase "baa, baa brama" is a doble sentido: "la brama," rutting season; "bramar," to bellow. I added an extra phrase to this line.