The hired hand once saw the wolf That came upon the fold of sheep And, hitching up his garments, fled Far away from the looming wolf And hid himself safe in the woods. The sheep stood waiting, helplessly, And bleated to the silent woods, The cold indifference of the night. The shepherd in another fold Saw wolves and dangers fast approaching And stood his ground there in the fold, Made of himself a shield between The savage creatures charging in And the sheep who stood there waiting, Helpless, near the silent woods and The indifference of the hired hand. The shepherd stood while the wolf pounced. His body took the wolf’s swift blows But gave back to the wolf each one And in his dying killed the wolf. My friends, my children, think upon The shepherd and the hired hand. I am the shepherd; you’re the sheep. I’ll keep you safe in pastures deep. The wolf has come to kill and steal. The hired hand will leave you dead. I lay my life down for my sheep, Laid down to take it up again.