Sharon in Her She Shed

I'm just feeling a tad tired,
like my butt is full of lead.
I think I'll go lay down,
in my shingled she shed.

I'd like to be like John Denver...
I'd like my own feather-bed.
Wouldn't that be delightful,
in my sheep she shed?

I don't want to be petted,
I don't want to be fed.
I just want to retire,
to my shimple she shed.

Shooooo, Sharon, the shoon-to-be-shorn sheep, shimmied into her shingled shimple she shed, and shettled into a short shleep.