THE SILENCE OF A LAMB

THE SILENCE OF A LAMB

No don’t get up I can see from here
The edge of the bushes is quite clear
There are no wolves or savage beasts
To the point where land and sky still meets
No don’t you stir just eat your grass
Under this ceiling of clear blue glass
Which one is dad you did not say?
I would like to meet him one fine day

Now keep quite still because I think I see
That one with the horns is looking at me
I know its odd but I could swear
I’ve seen him before but can’t think where
No don’t you stir he is coming this way
Play hard to get that is surely the way
Well he stopped over there by sixty-four
I thought he’d come here but I was not sure

Ok, so you’re up and looking for grass
And chewing the cud, well it does not say class  
Still he’s coming this way just you wait and see
Perhaps he’s remembered where he last saw me
Oh look now he’s gone to lie down in the shade
Well he might be tired with that journey he made
So maybe tomorrow do you think he will come?
As we eat all this grass made lush by the sun

Oh, I wish you’d be quiet you are just a young lamb
He has no time for us now that busy old ram
But I think that he might have recognised you
Though he cannot remember the face of each ewe
Now come along dear eat your grass and grow up
Or you will never become a black-faced old tup
And barren you’ll stand as the rams pass you by
Culled out at the shearing by a shepherds sharp eye

So just eat the grass it is all you can do
And when this field is bare of all you can chew
There’s another next door with a stream and a tree
If you stood on my back well then you might see
But what’s it all for asked the lamb in discourse
As the tup handed down the tale of mint sauce
And now it eats grass just as fast as it can
In the silence surrounding this new years spring lamb

JP.