Beneath the mighty oak
There slept an English bloke
In his sleeping bag he lay
Waiting for the break of day
He was very snug and warm
He used no tent, no chance of storm
It was a cold winter night
Black as coal, there was no light
Heidi the shepherd girl was in his dream
Tending the sheep down by the stream
He dreamed she ran to his arms
Teasing him with all her charms
He woke once in the night
It was but a dream, on second sight.
He fell back asleep distraught
There were not even sheep he thought
In his sleep he heard a baa
He thought to himself, nah!
Then the light from rising sun
His sleepy eyes did stun
He looked out from under that tree
To squint and blink and try to see
He rubbed from his eyes the sleep
He saw the meadow full of sheep
In his heart the cold was gone
For he knew it would not be long
For with the sunshine on his face
Soon he and Heidi would embrace
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