Never Trust a Shepherdess

Never trust a shepherdess Although she may look pretty Beneath her lacy frilly dress A heart beats without pity. There’s furtive tales of Miss Bo Peep Told behind closed doors And just what happened to her sheep Upon those silent moors They never did return, you see Though many tried to find them They disappeared in mystery Complete with tails behind them. Dark doings lurk in hill and dale Untold in nursery rhymes ‘Tis best that we should draw a veil Across these rural crimes. Don’t think of cruelty in the grass Don’t think of woolly plight Don’t think those thoughts that will not pass Or let you sleep at night So do not think of Miss Bo Peep Or of that crook she wields Or of those dark deeds buried deep In England’s pleasant fields. Unknowing we can only guess The horrors that went down Beware the Wicked Shepherdess Who stalks Old London Town.