When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what sound reason has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Downhill - where the dirty sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But more delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field, when sheep collide.