On Top of Mount Wooly

All She Wants To Do Is Knit

On Top of Mount Wooly

On top of Mount Wooly

All covered with sheep

I lost my sock needle

Getting out of my Jeep

*

It rolled off my lap

And onto the floor

And then my poor needle

Rolled right out the door

*

It rolled to the pasture

And under a fence

Then under the hooves

Of a ruminant defense

*

I howled in frustration

I stamped and I stormed

Then I ran from the ruminants

So I wouldn’t get horned

*

I went back to the car

And took up my sock

With only four needles

I could still make it work  [Brooklyn accent here]

*

Driving away from Mount Wooly

I began to regroup

And vowed that next time

I’d try Magic Loop

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