The Smell of a Shepherd
Roses are red, violets are blue,
and that odor, my friends, is coming from you!
It got on your clothing while healing the lame,
as you cared for the flock and learned all their names;
when you sat in their houses and shared in their bread,
and weren't too busy to hear what they said.
You can't get it out now, it's on you for good,
why, you smell just like sheep . . . as a good shepherd should.
Copyright 2003, Larry Naselli