Counting sheep as I hike along
Domestic, wild, right or wrong
Penned up or free beneath the clouds
Sheep hang out in little crowds
They seem to like the view up here
At fourteen thousand feet
I'm feeling kind of dizzy, but
Dang, these sheep are neat!
Tiny flowers, bless their souls
And marmots jumping into their holes
A few more miles left on this hike
When it comes to sheep, what's not to like?