Upon yon hills where woolly creatures graze,
A fiery beast doth cast its longing gaze.
No gold, no gems, nor riches it doth keep—
For naught compares to crunch of popcorn sheep.
Their fluffy fleece, like clouds in heaven spun,
Doth pop and crackle ere the meal be done.
With tender bite, the dragon doth confess,
Its heart consumed by ovine loveliness.
O sheep so fair, thy flavor rich and sweet!
Thy puffed delight doth make my joy complete.
No banquet grand nor royal feast so fine,
Could match the bliss of thee, a snack divine.
Thus do I vow, ’til earth and stars shall sleep,
To feast forevermore on popcorn sheep!