The wool over my eyes

"The wool over my eyes"

Whoa boy slow down,
I'm not only a piece of wool, you know
Prime Lamb, I says
The farmer doesn't hear

Ah, that's a delicate part of my body,
it's not a stress reliever.
Mahhhaaa, I groan hopefully
The farmer doesn't listen

What are you doing to my ears,
Pulling them back, like door handles
If you'd have asked I'd have stayed still for you to shear, I say
The farmer takes no notice

What the hell are you stamping on me?
I look ridiculous
Couldn't I have had a blue stamp, instead of a red, I ask
The farmer smans

Ow, that hurt. You could have warned me.
Now look at me, sprawled across the floor, I look a sight.
Is that all I am to you, a piece of meat.
The farmer smiles, a long hard smile.