The bells rang out on their wedding day.
It was a lovely day on the farm no matter what the other sheep farmers had to say.
He was a Missouri senator that was in tune to the Missouri bellwether, just a coincidence that he owned a herd of sheep as well.
The other farmers were jealous due to his wealth, and when they heard of his marriage said, "Do tell".
Old Miss Totum was the bell ringer of the little village surrounded by farms as far as you could see.
I mean, she was a busybody that most people wanted to flee.
Oh, she was there every time the church bells would ring.
She always had a cutting remark that left a little sting.
There weren't any cow bells in the area, only sheep you know,
And the farmers only expected to reap what they did sow.
On the Senator's farm was a high bell tower that could be seen for miles.
A lot of the local folk used it for a landmark,
And it brought a few smiles.
You see, it was painted a bright shade of purple with stripes of green.
Old Miss Totum thought it obscene.
The old ram of the farm was drawn to that tower and would lead the flock right to its door.
Inside was a large bedding area for the flock with nice straw on a dirt floor.
The Senator lived well with his new bride and sheep for many a year.
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© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)