THE SHEPHERD'S LAMENT
Now I lay me down to sleep exhausted by those dog-gone sheep;
My only wish is that I might cause them not to lamb tonight.
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's work hoping there won't 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 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! D.L. Salisbury,D.V.M.

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