A shepherd took his sheep out to pasture.
The Grass Green
The water Clean

Counting each head as they roamed the fields
One, Two, Three Four
His flock bore one more.

A wolf in sheep clothing among them walked
Though still on the prowl
He remained hidden, a silent growl

So the shepherd devised a plan to snuff him out
After today, he thought, the wolf will be no more
but other consequences, this action bore

Amongst his sheep he bound their mouths and his their eyes.
Blind, the wolfs hunt would be short
With no teeth, the wolf would have no retort

But the wolf hid from the shepherd still
He laid in the shadows to the east
Smiling as he knew his next feast

The flock grazed still unable to see or speak
So the wolf amongst them walked out
And none could tell the Shepherd, him about

Each of the flock one by one were killed
Their eyes never seeing
their mouths never warning

The shepherd who himself, this plan devised
Now stood with no sheep
and the wolf now on the outside