Sheep Blast Off! by Nancy Shaw
Sheep see a shape in the mist, by a tree.
Something has landed! What can it be?
Sheep snoop. Sheep explore.
Sheep climb through the spaceship door.
Sheep stumble. Sheep bumble.
Engines slowly start to rumble.
They grab a knob. It seals the door.
Lights come on. Engines roar.
Everyone gets into gear. They blast right through the stratosphere.
Around the world the rocket zips. Weightless sheep do jumps and flips.
What’s that thump? They hit the deck.
Two sheep float outside to check.
There’s just a scratch. It looks okay.
Back through the hatch, they’re on their way.
They tinker with the main controls.
The rocket lurches, swoops, and rolls.
Lights flash. Computers beep.
Blaring sirens scare the sheep.
Sheep panic. Sheep guess.
Which button should they press?
Autopilot! That’s the one.
Leaving orbit! Nicely done!
Prepare for touchdown.
Home at last!
Rocket sheep have had a blast.
Sheep Go To Sleep, by Nancy Shaw
Winking fireflies light the way, as sheep stroll home to hit the hay.
Five sheep settle in their shed, using straw to make the bed.
Screeches! Rustling! Noisy crickets! Sheep hear hoots from nearby thickets.
Nighttime noises scare the sheep. Really, who could go to sleep?
Sheep bleat. Sheep sigh. A trusty collie wanders by.
What would make the sheep feel snug?
The collie gives the sheep a hug.
The tired sheep begins to snore.
One asleep! How many more?
One sheep asks to have a drink.
The collie gets it from the sink.
Another sheep begins to snore.
Two asleep! How many more?
A lullaby should calm the flock. Sheep tap rhythm, hum, and rock.
Another sheep begins to snore. Three asleep! How many more?
One more sheep wants a teddy bear. The collie brings his own to share.
Another sheep begins to snore. Four asleep! How many more?
The last one wants a cozy quilt, to snuggle in the bed she built.
The collie gives a weary grin. He fetches one and tucks her in.
All the sheep have closed their eyes.
They’ll drowse and dream until sunrise.
But where is the dog who looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack, fast asleep.
Sheep In A Jeep, by Nancy Shaw
Beep! Beep! Sheep in a Jeep, on a hill that’s steep.
Uh Oh! The Jeep won’t go.
Sheep leap to push the Jeep.
Sheep shove. Sheep grunt.
Sheep don’t think to look up front.
Jeep goes splash! Jeep goes thud.
Jeep goes deep in gooey mud.
Sheep get help.
Jeep comes out.
Oh, dear! The driver sheep forgets to steer.
Jeep in a heap.
Sheep sweep the heap.
Jeep for sale, cheap.
Sheep In A Shop, by Nancy Shaw
A birthday’s coming! Hip hooray!
Five sheep shop for the big, big day.
Sheep find rackets. Sheep find rockets.
Sheep find jackets full of pockets.
Sheep find blocks. Sheep wind clocks.
Sheep try trains. Sheep fly planes.
Sheep decide to buy a beach ball. Sheep prefer an out of reach
Sheep climb. Sheep grumble. Sheep reach. Sheep fumble.
Sheep sprawl. Boxes tumble. Boxes fall in one big jumble.
Sheep put back the beach ball stack. They choose some ribbon
from the rack.
They dump their bank. Pennies clank.
There’s not enough to buy this stuff.
Sheep blink. Sheep think.
What can they swap to pay the shop?
Sheep clip wool, three bags full.
Sheep trade. The bill is paid.
Sheep hop home in the warm spring sun.
They’re ready for some birthday fun.
Sheep Take A Hike, by Nancy Shaw
Morning’s here! It’s warm and clear!
Sheep load up their hiking gear.
Compass, whistles, drinks, and snacks, go in packs upon their
They trot along a hiking trail, up the hill and down the dale.
Trees and bushes soon grow thicker.
Where’s the trail? Sheep bicker.
Sheep squeeze through the trees.
Sheep rush through underbrush.
Thorns dig. Prickers snag. Sheep zig. Sheep zag.
Fog comes up. The ground feels damp.
On and on, sheep tramp.
Sheep stomp into a swamp.
Moosh! Goosh! Boggy tracks!
Yuck! Muck! Soggy backs!
Blub! Blub! Sloppy packs!
Glub! Glub! Gloppy snacks!
The compass sinks. They’re in dismay.
How can they ever find their way?
Sheep climb out of the slime.
They look around, and soon they find, woolly fuzz they left
Sheep won’t stray, they’ve marked the way!
Now they’re on the hiking path.
What more could they want? A bath!
Sheep trot homeward. Rain pours.
What a day for the great outdoors!
Sheep Trick Or Treat, by Nancy Shaw
As the Halloween moon rises, sheep are fixing up disguises.
They make a mask with glue and tape, and a monster suit with a
Sheep snip and sew and drape, a costume for a giant ape.
Sheep shape wool in pointy clumps, to make a dinosaur with
Sheep rip scraps for mummy wraps.
Sheep pose in spooky clothes.
Sheep take lanterns. Arm in arm, they set off for a nearby farm.
In the woods, they give three cheers.
A sleepy wolf perks up his ears.
Sheep amble to the dell.
They reach the barn and ring the bell.
Sheep bleat. Trick or treat!
Animals give them things to eat.
The horses’ treats go in with thumps: apples, oats, and sugar
Spiders give a dried up fly.
Sheep decide to pass it by.
Sheep stop by the chicken coops.
Chickens give them fresh eggs. Oops!
Cows offer clay and clover.
Now the treat or treating’s over.
Back through the woods the sheep parade.
It’s dark, but they are not afraid.
Rustling noises come from the trees.
Is someone there, or just a breeze?
Wolves peek out from hiding places.
Wolves see scary lit up faces.
Wolves skedaddle. Sheep skip past.
They settle down with treats, at last.
Sheep Out To Eat, by Nancy Shaw
Five sheep stop at a small teashop.
They ask for a seat, and a bite to eat.
Sheep get menus. Sheep want feed.
They point to words that they can’t read.
Sheep get soup. Sheep scoop.
Sheep slurp. Sheep burp.
Waiters bring them spinach custard.
Sheep add sugar, salt, and mustard.
Sheep take a few bites.
Sheep lose their appetites.
Waiters bring them tea and cake.
Sheep add pepper by mistake.
Sheep chomp. Sheep sneeze.
Sheep jump and bump their knees.
Table tips. Teacups smash.
Tea drips. Dishes crash.
Dishes break. Waiters stare.
Tea and cake are everywhere.
Waiters mop all the slop.
They ask the sheep to leave the shop.
Sheep pout. Sheep walk out.
Suddenly they look about.
Sheep crunch. Sheep munch.
The lawn is what they want for lunch.
Sheep smack lips. Sheep leave tips.
They’ll stop again on other trips.