(Your Worsheep Blues)

The lawyer swatted his case
Like a hapless fly
Alas, the lawyer swatted his case
Like a hapless fly
The judge shakes his wigged head
The books lapse into learned sigh

Good case, bad lawyer,
He rested his fate in shaky hands
Hah, good case, bad lawyer
He rested his fate in shaky hands
The voluminous robe of Justice
Is made up of random strands

Wheretofore, whereas
He knows not where the Ass is
Hun, wheretofore, whereas
He knows not where the Ass is
For some the Law is a dazzling conundrum
For others it’s nothing short of killsome quiz

Loaded camels pass through the needle’s eye
The elephant collapses under the weight of a gnat
Haba! Loaded camels pass through the needle’s eye
The elephant collapses under the weight of a gnat
Books heavy-wet from the rains of many seasons
Have left us high and very dry

“My Lord”, “Your Honour”, “Your Worship”
Accolades come in tumbling tomes
Ha ha ha, My Lord, Your Honour, Your Worship, 
Accolades come in tumbling tomes
War-ship, Wor-sheep, Warsh-imp
Strange, foreign wigs on native domes