Poor Ewe

When you're a sheep and feel unwell, it's also often true When dipped into your medicine, you come up feeling blue Blue from your woolly noggin-lid, down to your woolly socks And inside from your woolly brain, down to your woolly hocks So when you are a poorly sheep, and feel in poorly form You're gonna feel off-colour, 'cos off-colour is the norm And both insides and outsides are tinged with shades of blue There's only one thing left to say, and that will be, "Poor Ewe!"