Mischief (Rhyme)

Here is a little sheep his name Mischief

Her antics were the talk

Walking and playing she found herself lost

Her pastor called her "Mischief,Mischief"

Oh no! the sheep is lost

Her pastor calls her "Mischief,Mischief"

There in the distance is the little sheep

Her pastor called her "Mischief, Mischief"

The sheep was lost, it was found alone

In a gloomy and empty valley there I stand

Oh my,oh my Where will my pastor be?

"Mischief, Mischief" finds in the distance I hear her voice

I follow his voice until something fills my vision

The stick of my shepherd is a very white stick

Oh what a relief I had walking my pastor I do not forget

Here is a little sheep called Mischief

Which in a lost moment was found

In a dark and gloomy valley I find

How good that her pastor did not forget her!

Naughty the lost sheep which the shepherd found

Poor little Mischief, here comes the correction.

End

salm 23: 4