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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