D-1013 PARTY SHEEP REVIVAL - SUNNIES ON- PREPARE TO SHINE SHEEP PRIMADONNA

Yeah, I am a sheep who knows how to party. My heart is lit. My passion is expectant. My sunnies are on and I am ready for this party. 

A Poem about a Sheep Who Knows How to Party:

In a field of gentle green where wildflowers sway, lives a sheep with a twinkle that won’t fade away. Her fleece is a cloud spun with moonbeam and cheer,

she’s the life of the meadow, the toast of the year. When the dusk tumbles down in a lavender cape, and the wind starts to hum its sweet, sleepy escape,

she calls to the flock with a jubilant bleat, “It’s time for some fun, let’s all move our feet!” She weaves through the clover with rhythm and flare, a garland of daisies adorned in her hair. Her hoofbeats tap magic on soft, dewy ground as laughter and music explode all around. The owls bring the hoots, the crickets the beat, the fireflies flicker with shimmering heat. She twirls and she leaps; she waltzes with grace. The party, it sparkles in every space. The rams do the cha-cha; the lambs form a line. Even old dog and cow stop to taste the sunshine.

The night blooms with harmony, woolly and bright, a sheep knows to party and dance through the night. So, remember her spirit, her jubilant way, the sheep who brings joy to each ordinary day. For wherever she wanders, the stars seem to gleam. There’s a party inside every sheep’s wildest dream.