big brown horse
Overrun with beasties
The Shepherd's Lament
Now I lay me down to sleep
Exhausted by those doggone sheep;
My only wish is that I might
Cause them not to lamb at night;
I wouldn't mind the occasional ewe,
But lately it's more than just a few:
Back into bed, then up again,
At two o'clock and four a.m.
They grunt and groan with noses high,
And in between a mournful sigh,
We stand there watching nature work,
Hoping there wont be a quirk:
A leg turned back, or even worse,
A lamb that's coming in reverse.
But once they've lambed we're glad to see
That their efforts didn't end in in tragedy.
There's no emotion so sublime
As a ewe and lamb that's doing fine.
I'm often asked why I raise sheep,
With all the work and loss of sleep;
The gratification gained at three a.m.
From the birth of another baby lamb--
How can you explain, or even show?
'Cause only a shepherd will ever know!
by Dr. Darrell Salsbury, DVM
Now I lay me down to sleep
Exhausted by those doggone sheep;
My only wish is that I might
Cause them not to lamb at night;
I wouldn't mind the occasional ewe,
But lately it's more than just a few:
Back into bed, then up again,
At two o'clock and four a.m.
They grunt and groan with noses high,
And in between a mournful sigh,
We stand there watching nature work,
Hoping there wont be a quirk:
A leg turned back, or even worse,
A lamb that's coming in reverse.
But once they've lambed we're glad to see
That their efforts didn't end in in tragedy.
There's no emotion so sublime
As a ewe and lamb that's doing fine.
I'm often asked why I raise sheep,
With all the work and loss of sleep;
The gratification gained at three a.m.
From the birth of another baby lamb--
How can you explain, or even show?
'Cause only a shepherd will ever know!
by Dr. Darrell Salsbury, DVM
