Red sky at night –
shepherds’ delight!
Marvel at the joyous sight
of shepherds prancing in the fields
dancing round their flocks,
jigging in the evening grass
minus shoes and socks.
Singing with their arms upraised,
inhibitions fled,
gleeful in their shepherding,
because the sky is red.
How good to be a shepherd
uplifted in delight,
daily woes forgotten when
the sky is red at night.
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