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"Come by, come by"  the shepherd calls To a black and grey dog that's not there. He's minding his own business Which to him is all very fair. A whistle is blown, but on deaf ears The sheep thinks it is all a scream They run wildly all over the field But the dog's done in, out of steam. "Come on lad, round 'em up for me" The shepherd's voice is slightly raised But the dog does not care one little jot He neither cares or is phased. The dog starts a sit-in and makes a sign "Less sheep, more juicy bones" The sheherd laughs, so do the sheep The dog sighs and all afternoon moans. The sheep's wool uncurls, fear looms Another dog springs an attack The shepherd has a smile on his face Watching the first dog creep on back. The sheep dont know what has hit them They are rounded up in the blink of an eye The sheep **** through open gates at speed and did an immediate left towards the pig's sty. Textbook!
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
The Sheep, The Dog, The Call
"Come by, come by"  the shepherd calls To a black and grey dog that's not there. He's minding his own business Which to him is all very fair. A whistle is blown, but on deaf ears The sheep thinks it is all a scream They run wildly all over the field But the dog's done in, out of steam. "Come on lad, round 'em up for me" The shepherd's voice is slightly raised But the dog does not care one little jot He neither cares or is phased. The dog starts a sit-in and makes a sign "Less sheep, more juicy bones" The sheherd laughs, so do the sheep The dog sighs and all afternoon moans. The sheep's wool uncurls, fear looms Another dog springs an attack The shepherd has a smile on his face Watching the first dog creep on back. The sheep dont know what has hit them They are rounded up in the blink of an eye The sheep **** through open gates at speed and did an immediate left towards the pig's sty. Textbook!
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
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