Picnic Basket

Don’t be troubled little flock
The shepherd’s on his way
He’s come to take you from the pen
He’ll feed you well today

His rod and staff they comfort you
While walking in the field
But when you get close to the woulds
The wolves will be revealed

Ferocious beasts will steal your soul
And say they want your kisses
So, baby now it’s time ewe run
The wolves find you delicious

They tore the clothes right off your back
And left ewe there for dead
They love to make a meal of you
While you offer your head

A tasty little morsel
Was it in their mouth or yours
Sometimes it makes you vomit
When you’re acting like a whore

If its merely a snack you’ll have to come back