Here is a poem I wrote about my ex-boss, the amazing herder of Bigorn sheep-

Thundering down the river
Gleamin’ in the Idaho sun
She gots a jetboat tan
And an antennae
Knows how to use them

Queen of the valley
Shepard of the wild
She knows a lot more
Than jokers at the vet school
And not afraid to dis them

She’s a bighorn sheep
Woman
Sheep
Woman

There is a harlequin duck at her flank
And a domestic sheep underfoot
The journalist all want to know her
But they just kant keep up

She is up and down the canyon
Before the the break of dawn
She is flying in circles for sheep
And puking on the lawn

Chorus

So buy your lottery ticket
And shoot de big sheep down
The jet boat bus is watching, don’t fret if
The population is down
We can bring in more from Canada
To disease and poison forever