Hear a cry, hear a yell,
Hear a bleat off in the distance
'Cause he's on the way; he's Supersheep:
He'll right the wrongs and keep the meadow safe....
With a leap and a scurry and a bleat, bleat, bleat,
He's off on his hooves, that's Supersheep;
Saving lambs and ewes in your county seat.
Give a yell for Supersheep!
He runs so fast he can't be seen,
He's warm and soft and never mean,
The grass he eats is oh so green,
He churns in stomach, gut, and spleen.
He was raised by the sheepgod Mouton to
Fight for the sheep.
With a glimpse of fleece at nighttime
The townsfolk can sleep.
He'll never try to make a buck,
He thinks the lambchop eaters suck,
He's full of daring, skill, and pluck:
Give a yell for Supersheep!
Baaaaaaaa!
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