Source of wool

You keep me warm when I am cold,

O! source of wool! The merino,

                              the rambouillet,

                              the coopworth,

                              the sweet little cotswold,

wrap me in your beastly love

and I will shepherd thee.

A puzzled man searched me for you today,

he queried my machine brain

              of synthetic neurons

                                 and four-colour blood

for the answer

to his quandary,

   his conundrum,

   his emptiness,

   frostbitten human shell,

to which I replied,

       quite simply,

it’s sheep, man.