Some say Christ he was a teacher
That taught the temple priests
Some say Christ he was a preacher
That reached some souls with peace
Some say Christ he was a prophet
Clairvoyance speaking deep
I say Chist he is our shepherd
And us his wayward sheep

It's the scrooge ashamed of thanking
That always churns out rants
It's the child that spared of spankings
That always poops his pants
It's the mind that won't be shaken
That cannot seem to grasp
And the soul afraid of breathing
That never yearns to gasp

When your flight has been to woolly
And your yoke has plowed the rocks
And you think that wings are duly
For the buntings and the hawks

Just remember in the winter
Warm despite the bitter cold
Baahs! the sheep that with the son's love
When redeemed become... The Fold