The Finest Flock

The Finest Flock Was shepherd on high hills on a plain? Even after it soon had started to rain While caring for the lamb and sheep Until he would go into a deep sleep. Sheep now appeared here and there Next thing you know were everywhere One did die and read on his epitaph Thank God for shepherd giving me a bath. He left many little ones far behind Who I am so sure would not mind If I added them up and took stock Of sheep who were his finest flock. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran