When the shepherd is a wolf

The sheep will never be at ease.

It won’t matter how he tries to hide

To comfort, to appease.

The sheep might stop their stamping

Cease their fretting and their cries

They might become accustomed

To his teeth and yellow eyes

But the sheep will never trust him

Never give him true respect

Never run towards him for safety

Or for wisdom, to reflect.

Though he tuck his tail and ears

Though he file down his claws

The sheep will always know that they

Could end up in his maw.

So the sheep will be polite

They’ll always get in line

But they’ll watch their back and whisper

And they’ll wait, and bide their time.

For sheep can tell who loves them

And who is there for his own greed

And when the shepherd is a wolf

The sheep will know they’re feed.