You are the shepherd and I am the sheep following blindly wherever you lead my feet feel green grass or the sharp stones in streams or streets and raw pavements and trash-in-a-heap
You feed me no food for you give me no heed whether baaing or bleating; my stomachs all bleed but you are the shepherd and I am the sheep so I'll keep by your side while you feed her a feast
You, shephered beloved, are shepherd besotted by she and her serious set of pleas and now, pleases She'll never be pleased with your idyll ideal but you- are the shepherd and I am the sheep.
Sheep keep by their shepherds through streams, storms and steep hills, sheep sleep keeping their shepherds warm with their sheepswool, sheep weep with their shepherds when shepherds don't feel well, sheep keep being sheep, sheep are truer than people!
You! You're the shepherd, and I am the sheep. Now are you beginning to see what I mean? Ruminate wisely on what you have now learned, because I, sheep, am waiting to join your white herd.