In the Falklands, a sight quite bizarre,
Sheep crews on the sea, from near and far,
With woolly commanders,
And hooves as their flounders,
They battled 'neath the southern star.
Their ships, fluffy and white as snow,
In the ocean's wild currents, they'd go,
With baa-tinge of might,
In the moon's gentle light,
A woolly fleet putting on quite a show!
Part 1
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