All Together

Sometimes I wish I were a sheep,
Sometimes I fear I am
Grazing upon a close-cropped field
As simple as a lamb.

But more and more it seems to me,
Although the grass looks green,
It’s much more fun to fly above
And sip and chirp and preen.

For sheep are simple souls at heart-
Fluffy imbeciles
Who clump together in a flock
While swallows dip and wheel.

So if you feel a little lost-
A cloud amidst the sky-
Just gild your thoughts in halcyon blue,
Remember rain is nigh.