Classic Poem

Feed on, my flocks, securely,
Your shepherd watcheth surely:
Run about, my little lambs,
Skip and wanton with your dams,
Your loving herd with care will tend ye.
Sport on, fair flocks, at pleasure,
Nip Vesta's flow'ring treasure;
I myself will duly hark,
When my watchful dog doth bark;
From wolf and fox I will defend ye.