i am an artist
and a poet too
i serve a sadist
who i wouldn't sue
his name is muddasheep
your skin begins to creep
i'll tell you the story
about a growing white fury
on a sweet little farm
a sheep was born
it started to harm
and destroyed the farmer's corn
soon it became depressive
it took the farmer's shotgun
and some big explosives
muddasheep was gone
we like muddasheep
we need muddasheep
we are his slaves
and we are unworthy