He came a-lurking through the grass to lie in wait to strike.
While shepherds round their sheep in line, both young and old alike.
“I’ll eat you boy, I’ll eat you whole, your wool will be my mane,”
“And then I’ll move among your flock” the Viper said in vein.
With one swift smooth and deadly strike, the Viper took his prey,
A sacrificial lamb to start the debt that they will pay.
With blood now oozing from his fangs he wraps himself in fleece
And moves among the flock to slowly infiltrate the peace.
“For one-by-one they’ll all fall down, I’ll send them straight to hell,”
“Your Shepherd he can’t save you now! So say your last farewell!”
So night-by-night the Viper struck until the flock was gone.
The blood flowed on and on and on and curdled in the dawn.
The moral of the story is ‘don’t be a sheep at all.’
Or else the Viper just may strike and take your skin and all.