The missing shepherd
A man went strolling
Through green hills unknown
He saw a black snake crawling
And found himself alone
A strange voice was whispering
His best friend's name
A brown cane was glittering
It was not in vain
He picked up the cane
Of his shepherd friend
And ran through fields of grain
Of that mysterious land
To the village he went back
Told the people to come with him
He put a necklace in his neck
They went searching for his friend unseen
Several hours have passed
Of the shepherd they saw no sign
But the flock was seen at last
Down in the hill, right before nine
They kept searching for the man
That dark night no rest they had
Nor they shall weep again
When the shepherd's friend goes to bed.
N. Afonso
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