Oh, drive me please where I can gaze
Upon the fields of sheep a’graze
Or taking time to dream and laze
On blankets green and grassy.
So far from New York’s jam-packed roads
With cars and semis schlepping loads,
Ignoring all the traffic codes,
The drivers bold and brassy.
A bold reminder are the sheep
That every baa instead of beep
Allows your soul the chance to keep
Its outlook soft and sassy.
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