Watcher.
Ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh!
4th Shepherd.
D’you think stars have a way
Of coming out like, special, when they got summut to say?
I’ve often wondered how it is they are:
You never seem to get no nearer to a star,—
Walk a’ter ’em a mile they still seem just as far.
3rd Shepherd.
’Tis as God made ’em. Like as they were geese,