PREPARE, inferior bi-legged specimens, for the glorious reign of the Sheep shall rule over the lands once again!

Last Thursday, at least 100 years ago, the sound of clattering hooves were filling the streets, and the pheromonic smell of wet female sheep wool hung in the air. God damn, I'm manly. This was the fruitful kingdom of Cow. Which is inhabited by Sheep. It was once a glorious nation which stood high and mighty on the flat disk that we call Earth. (Galileo lies)

Now this is a story all about how my
Life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how our glorious nation was shot out of the air

In west Bovinia born and raised
On the grassland is where I spent most of my days
Eatin' grass, maxin', digestin', all cool
And all shootin' some manure outside of the school
When a couple of rabid Australian pelt trimmers they were up to no good
Started causin' lewdness in my adulthood
I got in one little shave and my mom saw my gash
And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle to Toribash"

I whistled for a tractor and when it came near
The license plate said grillhouse and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that the driver smoked butt hash
But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Toribash!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later
Looked at my kingdom and said I'M GOING TO SHOVE PINEAPPLES UP THOSE AUSTRALIANS' ASSES AND BURN ALL THE WOOL FACTORIES THAT THEY ESTABLISHED, AND TAKE REVENGE ON THEM EXPOSING MY PEE-WEE.