Up on Mt. Mystery, in a secret village
We Angel Sheep Clan live happily and secluded
Eight o'clock sharp in the morning, wash up and march in unison
Through the Maze, finish breakfast, practice martial arts
One little lamb, two little lambs, altogether a hundred little lambs
Three little lambs, four little lambs, every lamb is so unique
A flock of lambs, many lambs, family means all present
Eighty-nine, ninety-nine, everyone line up, ready to go
Ha! Unarmed combat. I look forward to practicing
Huh! Mighty force field. I want dessert with fresh and crispy grass
Ya! Air gliding! How poetic! I am so talented.
Ah! Acute punch. I want to create an opportunity to see him