Now sing that in your head to Meghan Trainor. My name is Gurtie and I am basically the king of the barn. The only one who would rival me is that hottie named Lambie. She is a fine piece of work. I mean I am all about that bass, bout THAT BASS. She is bringing lambchops baaack. I am playing hard to get at least until fair is over because you can never let the girls get you too easily. They need to have a little chase first. For some reason Wilbur keeps taking pictures of me and putting dollar signs on my eyes. He is a strange species.
Dear my future lambstress here’s a few things you need to know if you want to be my one and only laaaambie. You will give me a treeat. I deserve a kiss. Don’t forget the hay every anniversary. Because if you treat me right I will be the hottest spouse.
What do you guys think? I am writing that for Lambie on Valentine’s day. For some reason Wilbur keeps talking about how he is glad I am not going to make it past August. He doesn’t think I am tough enough. I’ll show him.
In case you guys are wondering, yes I did crown myself the king of this barn…. And the entire fair. No one can compare to the pure hotness I am giving off with my beautiful wool and have you actually looked at my face? These lamb chops bring all the ewes to the barn. I hear Wilbur singing a song like that that sounded something like that one time. Well goodbye everyone I got to go capture my fair maiden’s heart more than I already have with my amazing looks.
Sincerely, The king of the barn/ Gurtie
Wilbur and Lambie
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