I am indebted to Mary MacKay for the following poem regarding the shepherd's faithful friend, his collie.
For good measure, I have added a couple of lines at the end.
When I was a young collie as fit as a flea
My master he paid good money for me
I had to learn fast there was no time for slacking
I knew if I didn't, he'd send me packing
The ground it was rough, with many a steep hill
But he told all his friends that I fitted the bill
I would follow my master and gather all day
My reward was my porridge and my bed in the hay
He trained me to trial and we had some fun
With boundless energy I could run and run
We won a few prizes here and there
Or sometimes we'd travel home in despair
He said to me one day "Old girl you're getting on
And I have been thinking about what's to be done
So I've bought a quad bike your worries to ease
You can sit on the back, it'll be a breeze"
Though I wasn't prepared I called it my luck
It was better than travelling in the old pick up truck
I could sit on the back and see for miles
"I'm set for life" I thought with a smile
One day while relaxing in the trees
I heard a buzzing and thought it was bees
And I could hardly believe my eyes
As a mechanical sheepdog took to the skies
Drones are moving sheep from park to park
With never a whimper or evern a bark
And things are looking pretty bleak
As we collies are threatened with a three day week
But there is sunshine behind every shower
Cos drones can only run for half an hour
So rest up, and be jolly
A 'herd can't do without his collie!
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