A sheep reliably informed

“A yo-odel is no good for you,
not only am I unsure
of the two legged spelling,
but there are baa better things
to do way up in the Alps,
and if I could punch, well
I’d lay them out sheepishly,
those shriekin’ yodellers.

I tell a lie, I’d give frank note
(we sheep are active pacifists)
from the other flossers and me,
the things that we daily do-do
to waste time upon the slopes,
might even tell a baa-d woolly joke.

To let you into a little secret
the grass has a distinct flavour
smoked late on Alpine ridges,
and to roll on your back after,
is firm back scratching bliss
as the climbers misjudge us.

They think we’re just sweaters
fooled by our cunning demeanor,
yet fluff’s a long-standing
member of parliament,
and I’m the Swiss ambaa-ssador.”