I Wandered Lonely as a Sheep

I wandered lonely as a sheep
That grazes nobly on grass
When all at once I fell asleep
And dreamed the following would pass:

I saw a future age would come
Where sheep would once again be free
Where they would not kebab become
But live lives full in liberty.

No more to tread the lonely road
To meet the grimly captive bolt
Sheep no more would bear the load
Of waiting for that final jolt.

Wool's prize would overshadow meat
For what the noble sheep bestow
They'd get much better things to eat
To see what coloured wool they'd grow.

At Christmas time all homes would ope
Their doors to welcome in the sheep
To represent good cheer and hope
And with the season's spirits keep

Town sheep would live in garret flats
And give their neighbours sound advice
They'd keep pet parakeets or cats
But never dogs, 'cos they're not nice.

And sheep who like the countryside
Would simply live with grass and sky
They'd graze with ovine rural pride
And watch the world go quietly by

But after a hard day outside
Doing what good sheepies do
They'd have a nap somewhere inside
Or watch a DVD or two.

They would not shiver in the gloom
Or fear from strangers in the night
All sheep would have a warm snug room,
A TV and a bedside light.

You may think this fantasy
And never likely to come true
But, if He moves mysteriously,
Who says this is not what He'll do?