Dressed in his own wool,
Not much to be shed;
The drums syncopate,
For his royal court in red.

Guards flanked the wolves,
While he addressed the menagerie;
Feasted on the cornucopia,
Fattened for the tragedy.

The wife kissed him with a smile,
Then offered him to the altar;
It was the shepherd all the while,
Who took the lamb to the slaughter.