In pastures lush, where sunbeams play,
A white sheep lounges through the day.
With wool as thick as winter's coat,
It dreams of grass with every bloat.
Its bleats are soft, its snores profound,
In slumber's grasp, it can be found.
With belly full and eyelids low,
It lazes 'neath the sun's warm glow.
A fluffy cloud upon the ground,
In restful bliss, it can be found.
Though lazy and fat, its spirit's deep,
A peaceful soul, the white fat sheep.