On the farm out in the valley

Lies a sheepdog with his herd

And his watchful eye like a bird 

As the role he plays is immense 

Sometimes situations get tense

The sun falls and the moon rises

Bringing on the intimidating dark

He knows out in the distance lie sharks

These ones however menacingly howl 

He returns these with his own tenacious growl

He knows his duty is to protect 

Against the wolve’s ruthless sect 

The howls grow closer into the night

As the sheepdog prepares for a fight 

He knows this event will be plight 

As the wolves plan to kill with delight 

The herd retreats among the ferns

As the wolves stock and yearn 

The sheepdog smells their gruesome breath 

Which reeks of blood and death

The sheepdog knows he must defend 

Until the very end 

So as to give a chance to his sheep 

Which otherwise would surly weep 

The wolves surround him teeth gnashing 

He stands their boldly in the passing 

Lit by the stars and moon 

He knows his end will be soon 

Nevertheless he shows no fright 

As the wolves pounce on him with might

Bleeding out he has secured his fate

But he smiles as he sees his sheep pass safely through the gate