Lost in the blades of the lawnmower of death
I miss my ickle wickle pet
She was so furry and wet
My fluffy sheep, Yvette
Is in heaven now, i'll bet
Some day I'll regret
The years of sheep-shagging
But not yet...
Ah, how I wish I could bring back yer wee sheep, laddy.
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"The Lamb of God, sorry Bono, was evidently the black sheep of the family because the animal chose this moment to answer a call of nature on the left sleeve of the singer's expensive-looking leather coat." Irish Times, 03-20-00