High sheep here, high voice.
High here double you, double Oh, double-belly end!
Spells head and shoulders, knees and toes...
Shear the fears, there's wool to where?
England? Scotland? Skins and Fur lands...
Stones? Ages? Past lores... Pasture Lands?
Wear the Body is, Woollen be gathering...
red as scar, lest...soft as wool...wit as golden cold...
White as a dove...
Black as a bro...
But the animal bled.