Tend to your flock as you see fit

And I will tend to mine.

I know the ways of stealthy thieves

Their thirst for easy prey.

I sleep beside my gentle charges,

Aware of every sound.

No threat, no stealthy low approach

Escapes my watchful gaze.

I know them all by sight and sound,

Count comings and their goings.

I guard them with attentive eyes

And none approach unseen.

I hear your worry and concern

About my carefree ways.

But my business is my own affair

As your’s must be to you.

Sweet pasture grass and fields to roam

Are all they’ll ever need.

So tend to your flock as you see fit

And I will tend to mine.