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Stick moved right along
‘till a sound caught her ear.
A sniffle and sob
from the fence over there.
“Hello there, dear friend.
Now, why are you sad?
Perhaps I can help you
again to feel glad.”
“One of my sheep
is gone from my fold,
and to me my dear sheep
are more precious than gold.”
“Do not fret there, dear friend,
now lift up your crook.
I’ll sing us a song
and together we’ll look.”