I bleated to the sky
I am a lamb in the wind on the hill
The clouds have darkened and there is a storm
Oh who will keep me warm?
Do you not have wool child?
Make use of it.
Soon it will be mild
And the best of you will be used to heat others.
No not your brothers.
Those that will eat you to bone.
And leave you all alone.
Today enjoy your heat
For tomorrow you will be meat.
(c) Slumpless
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