I was once a Sheep
Who got lost in the jungle,
Cajoled away by the flattery of the beast,
Without harkening to the warning of the bell jingled.
The Herdsman was busy blowing his horn
To win back all Sheep who were lost,
In that deaf ear the warning cinch to sound,
Giving myself for the perpetrator to crush.
. Shepherd ran from pillar to pole,
In search of the lost Sheep that was away,
The Sheep which roamed about ignoring the road,
Keeping itself purposely at bay.
The ship was sailed,
To the sea and to the lake.
Paddle stick drowned and swimmed,
In search of the prodigal Sheep,
Wandering about enjoying the guilty pleasure,
Making its wearer hot under the collar,
Forgetting he was a Fish brought out of water,
Soon curiosity will kill his cruel Cat.
The Shepherd kept crying over the spilt milk,
Sheep busy barking up the wrong tree.
His conceit the Jungle King craved to seduce,
Not knowing there awaited him a danger in disguise.
The Lion roared,
In wake of his hungry belly,
Persuaded the Sheep to the tower,
To make the best of friends of him.
Even if it takes two to tango,
Exclude the Lion and the Sheep.
My heart fell for its deceit,
Grinding its molar teeth on my bone.
The Shepherd was ready for the ransom,
To salvage the lost sheep from sanction,
Sheep had added to the injury an insult,
Taking its liberty with a grain of salt.