Childhood rhythm

Drove past a farm, remember a little rhythm I used to sing. If you want to piss Sherlock off, belt out a few lines of it for a wee while and he'll wanna kill you.

Sherlocks hair looks like a lamb,
Like a lamb, like a lamb,

Sherlocks hair looks like a lamb,

With skin as white snow.

Everywhere that Petey went,

Petey went, Petey went,
Everywhere that Petey went
The boy was sure to go