Song of The Sheep No 11: ABAB

Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands, let's question where our next breed will succeed, by sidewinder snakes and kit fox badlands, or jaguars, green anacondas need, then black bears, wild boars, and, bats, or that bat, till there's cows, pigs, goats, and then there'll be sheep. This would be their home, and that would be that. A time when wrists were stars, beneath they sleep. Save for the one John called the Good Shepherd, who's constant as the stars that compliment their coexistence, e'er brightly peppered, no sleep or time be mankind's argument. John's Good Shepherd, Paul's Great Shepherd, the same, Christ the Redeemer, Bless His Holy Name.