Baa, Baa, Woke Sheep by Marian Casillas, Ed.D.

Inspired by the Nursery Rhyme Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

 

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Have you any wool

Yes sir, yes sir

Three bags full

One for the master

and One for the dame

And one for the little boy

That lives down the lane

 

This Nursery Rhyme

Will soon be canceled

Because it will be deemed racist

To refer to blacks as sheep

And animal rights advocates

State that it is speciesism 

To sheer sheep to make wool

For our winter clothing

And then there’s the white supremacist

Reference of the master

And the misogynistic name of dame

And the word boy is insulting

To those who are transgender

A once simple nursery rhyme

Who would have thought it so offensive

No one except for the very “woke” crowd

Who gave us our very own “cancel culture”

 

Baa, baa, woke sheep

You are such a fool

 

Yes I am, yes I am

Whatever you so truthfully say

 

You are the master

I am the slave

 

All I want is riches and fame

So I’ll do whatever you say

 

Each day you’ll give me

Three bags full

Of your wonderful cancel culture

Which I’ll gladly believe and repeat

 

No sir there is no longer any “sirs”

No ma’am there is no longer any “ma’ams”

Nor are there damsels in distress

 

However there’s

The “me too” movement

That says all women

Are to be believed

When they assert

They have been sexually assaulted

But only if they are

Right-wing men who are accused

 

Hey girls, there are no longer any girls

Hey guys, there are no longer any boys

 

They pulled the wool over our eyes

So we can no longer see

But can be so easily deceived

 

You be the tame sheep

I’ll be the wolf in sheep’s clothing

 

That’s the way

The game will be played

No questions

Are dared be asked

I’ll just give you

The politically correct answers

 

You’ll always just stay in your lane

That I’ve so masterfully

Laid out for you to follow

 

I’ll do the steering

So you’ll never go veering

Away from the facts

I’ve so meticulously

Checked out for you

 

Baa, Baa woke sheep

You’ll only do as you’re told

Repeat after me

 

Baa, Baa I’m a woke sheep

And I’ll only do as I’m told

 

First we’re told not to worry

About wearing a mask

So we don’t wear a mask

Then we’re told

We must wear a mask

So we wear a mask

Now we’re told

We must wear two masks or more

So we now wear two masks or more

 

First we’re told not to worry

The lockdown will only be for two weeks

So we don’t worry

Because it’ll just be two weeks

Then we’re told

It might be up to a year

So we can all

Be in this together for a year

Now we’re told

There’s no telling when it will end

So we will continue obeying

Right up to the end

 

First we’re told not to worry

The virus isn’t that infectious

So we didn’t worry because

There’s little chance we’d get it

Then we’re told the virus

Is highly contagious

So we must follow

All their rules and regulations

So we won’t get it and die

Now we’re told

No matter what we do

We can still get it

But we must still follow

Their rules and regulations

Even if we get it and die

 

First we’re told the nasal swab

Will detect whether

We have the virus or not

Then we’re told the anal or throat swab

Is a more reliable test

Now we’re told

There is no test that can for certain

Ascertain whether we have it or not

 

All of these things

And more they have told us

But we are mere sheep

Who are told

We must follow the science

Even if the science

Leads us all off a steep cliff

To our own dire demise

 

No one will weep

Because we are all sheep

Who can’t think for themselves

But must follow the leader

Who’s really a big, bad wolf

Dressed in sheep’s clothing

 

Wake up from your stupor

You stupid woke sheep

Look what they’ve done to us

 

We let it happen

There’s no one to blame

It’s our lives they’re playing with

 It isn’t a game

 

We have to stop following

And start thinking for ourselves

Or this will never come to an end

Because they see how easily we will fold

And withdraw in defeat

 

Roar, Roar, now hear the mighty roaring

We can be a mighty tiger, leopard, jaguar or lion

We can think for ourselves

And not believe those caught doing the lying

 

The mighty kings of the jungle

Are the ones who will survive

Not the poor sheep

Who are being led to slaughter

Now that we’ve finally found our voice

We must continue to roar

And never stop roaring

 

Marian Casillas, Ed.D.

 

 

 

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