The Fun Of Shearing

As the bus rocks up,
They all jump out one by one
With all heads up,
Ready to have some fun.

JB steps up to his stand,
Has a quick glimpse at the mob.
They crank up the song,
Now the signal has sounded to start the job.

JB drags his first sheep out,
Being a heavy one to start the day,
he keeps his doubt
And starts anyway,

The first kick comes along
And another follows behind.
JB gives it a good old dong,
What’s going through its mind.

JB starts to get fiery
But he moves on to the end.
With only one thing to get done
But out of nowhere he strikes it to the leg.

The sheep starts to really kick
With nothing in its way.
Flicking, twitching, sticking
Then out comes a spray,

JB throws it down the shoot
With a laugh under his breath,
I’ll leave that dumb fruit
For the farmer to put to its death.