First Sunday of Advent

The Sheepdog
by U. A. Fanthorpe

After the very bright light,
And the talking bird,
And the singing,
And the sky filled up wi' wings,
And then the silence,

Our lad sez
"We'd better go, then.
Stay, Shep. Good dog, stay."
So I stayed wi' t' sheep.

After they cum back,
It sounded grand, what they'd seen:
Camels and kings and such,
Wi' present-human sort,
Not the kind you eat-
And a baby. Presents was for him.
Our lads took him a lamb.

I had to stay behind wi' t' sheep.
Pity they didn't tek me along too.
I'm good wi' lambs,
And the baby might have liked a dog
After all that myrrh and such.