The five badger faced sheep prefer the bottom end of the field,
By the stile,
And gather together,
And then take two steps forward
As I cross over;
Turning away, and then turning back,
Standing still as I pass.
The large flock, full white and spread across the hill,
In full command of their space
Turns its lower flank and runs;
The raddle chested ram tall
And left behind.