Lost sheep, Why did you walk away from the vast, verdant view of your master?
Did you hear the distant bleating that made you think
of greener pastures that lie elsewhere from here?
Lost sheep, You're skin and bones now.
Should we fatten you up, only to lose you once more?
The shepherd's gone away, looking for you in neighboring acres.
There's no one who could keep you
- except maybe the butcher.