The Lost Sheep
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Sylvia Frances Chan
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The Lost Sheep
I know a shepherd
who always counts his sheep
One day he looked so sad
and I asked him what was wrong.
Today I miss one, he said very sadly
shall I help search?
In the blink of an eye
we were among the rocks,
on the riverside,
and in the dense forest
looking for that one lost sheep
How happy the shepherd was
when they found him,
the sheep was drinking by the river
I was also very happy with it
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