Grey lay the land, oh.
Grey grass from sky to sky.
Not near the weir, dear.
Not a mountain, low or high — only hills and grey grey.
Watch the dappled dimpled twinkles blooming on the star bar.
That's from Norstrilia, by Cordwainer Smith. Giant sheep feature heavily into the story. Now I have my own.
At least it isn't Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons....