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My Brother Curly

My brother’s a sheep and he’s wandered away
I wish I knew where, he just left yesterday
When he went with a barrrrrrrrrr, and his curly white coat
Just after I told him he looked like a goat.

There’s 99 more of us left on this hill
We never go far, we always keep still
But our shepherd – the strange-looking, two-legg-ed beast
Has left Us to search for my brother out East!!

Daniel Laurence Phelps ©

Based on the parable of the lost sheep
Matthew 18: 12-13 The Bible

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