The sheep want to go back,
To when Walter Cronkite was the only news.
And sure, we want Cronkite to love us,
Every smiling dictator knows;
And if a dictator frown,
Sheep don’t mind it when they put them down.
The sheep have always been the problem.
Always. We know this. The wolves
Have an elan we all secretly respect,
Even as we are being devoured.
But we hate the sheep, we really do.
If only we could kill them all!
The stupid sheep! Isn’t this true?
Wherever there is a problem,
Whenever you can’t sleep,
Because you are hungry. Blame the sheep.
If you are shopping and can’t find
What you want, only a wolf will blow your mind.
The sheep don’t like many voices;
The sheep don’t say very much;
Their wool is itchy to touch.
The sheep think confusion is bad.
They want one view of Washington D.C.
And one opinion of Baghdad.