Sheep, Aliens and Curry

While Shepherds watched their flocks by night all seated on the ground The ewes collected up their lambs and gathered them around "Listen now," the old Ewe said, "you young lambs listen well, If you all want to grow to sheep then hark to what I tell You may see lights up in the sky, or coming cross the downs They could be aliens my dears, from space, or other towns They may use flashy coloured beams or other fancy sights But sometimes they have dim headlamps and indicator lights" "It does not matter how they come or from what other lands Aliens are just as bad who drive white transit vans So lambs who plan to wander off and get up to no good Can get sheepnapped to Cygnus Prime, or maybe Cricklewood And whether you are beamed aboard, or bundled in a sack The aliens have got you, and you won't be coming back A simple truth for young lambs to, within their noddles, keep Is alien companionship is never good for sheep" "It matters not a sci-fi whit dissected in a lab, Or spiced and served with napkins in a curry or kebab The preparations, much the same, occuring on the way Are what you can undoubtedly expect to spoil your day!" The little lambs were chastened much and some quite overcome And resolved that they would keep themselves close to their mum But other things were happening and shepherds on the ground Beheld an Angel visiting, with glory spread around "Fear Not", he said for mighty dread had seized their troubled minds "Great tidings of great joy I bring to you and all mankind" The sheep reckoned that was not them and were much relieved It did not really matter if the shepherds were deceived But still, they thought, 'twas best be off, although no need to hurry And one or two thought shepherds might improve turned into curry The night was dark and shepherds eyes were full of holy light And so the sheep all silently crept off into the night Leaving shepherds to their fate somewhere among the stars The sheep hit Bethlehem's nightspots, the clubs, the pubs and bars.