I have a sheep as a pet,
A very peculiar pet.

A sheep that flies high in the skies,
Loves to cook and read books,

Is very smart like an owl’s art,
But lives in a mountain far from our hearts.

Nita is her name as strange as she seems,
But we still love her just in our way.

She has a brain that likes to play games,
And is wonderful in her own way.

She loves to do swirls and twirls in the sky,
Like when a falcon dives.

Nita stays the same, just loves a better game.