Unsung Gyros by Gregg Hake

Baa baa singing Lamb
Hanging on the spit
I can’t, I can’t,
Wait to taste of it.

Baa baa singing Lamb
Turning round and round
In my, in my,
Mouth you shall be found.

Baa baa black sheep
Gave your precious life
That my, that my
Insides might be rife.