Up! back up the pastor, or there'll be disaster.
The enemy's sheep-horns are braying;
They're "calling the cattle home." Rouse, with a rattle-home!
Asleep? Well, perhaps you're "purtending"!
But though one may easily play up too weaselly,
Sheep do demand watchful tending.
"LYING LOW."
"LITTLE BOY BLUE, COME BLOW UP YOUR HORN