Sheep Forms Union, Demands Sweater Royalties
Woolly Bob stood tall one morn,
Declared, “This fleece ain’t free to scorn!”
Ma dropped yarn, Pa spat his chew,
Lou said, “Unions? In this zoo?”
Granny muttered, “Baa my foot,”
But Bob wore boots and filed suit.
The preacher tried to mediate,
But sheep bleated, “We negotiate!”
“Every scarf and winter vest,
Owes us lambs a fleecey rest.”
They picketed the loom and wheel,
Demanded grass and fair-wage meal.
One lamb lawyer read from books,
While goats booed loud from moral nooks.
Now each tag says “Sheep-Approved,”
And wool gets ethically removed.
So next time you knit in style,
Thank Bob the sheep with union guile.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on April 10, 2023 by Alan Nafzger