Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Hair of the Vicuna

I am the vicuna, I be
From South America up high,
Smallest of camel family.
Strangers alarm cuz I'm quite shy.
I have a fleece of golden brown.
The Incas used to treasure it,
Ev'ry few years, searching me down,
Shearing my wool, then to be knit
For royalty to wear in show,
As reincarnated live gold.
Usually, they'd let me go.
Wool is wool, but I never told.

If something of my wool you get,
It cost a whole bunch, you can bet.