THE LOST LAMB'S SIDE OF THE STORY

I'm one in a hundred of white, woolly sheep Who stay by the Shepherd, awake or asleep.

But one day I dreamed of new fields, lush and green. I'd surely be happy in that lovely scene.

I took off a-trotting and plotting escape, My plan for green pastures was now taking shape.

I followed a path winding left, curving right. Then thunderclouds BOOMED, and a storm hit the night.

I ran for some bushes, but thorns scraped my back. My stomach was grumbling. The sky had turned black.

I heard in the distance the screech of an owl, The growl of a bear, and a wily wolf's howl.

Oh, why did I leave? Now I'm lost and alone. No Shepherd to guide me-no fault but my own.

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