Oh, Chaos the black sheep, so misunderstood,In a flock of white, you never quite could. While others grazed calmly, you’d wander and roam, Always the rebel, never staying home.

They said you were trouble, a nuisance, a pest, But you knew deep down, you were simply the best. With your wool so dark, and your spirit so free, You laughed at their rules, “They’re not meant for me!”

So here’s to you, Chaos, the black sheep so bold, In a world full of silver, you’re purest gold. Keep causing a ruckus, and never conform, For it’s the black sheep who weather the storm.