He waits all day beside his little flock And asks the passing stranger what`s o`clock, But those who often pass his daily tasks Look at their watch and tell before he asks. He mutters stories to himself and lies Where the thick hedge the warmest house supplies, And when he hears the hunters far and wide He climbs the highest tree to see them ride-- He climbs till all the fields are blea and bare And makes the old crow`s nest an easy chair. And soon his sheep are got in other grounds-- He hastens down and fears his master come, He stops the gap and keeps them all in bounds And tends them closely till it`s time for home.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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