A pastoral misadventure in 4/4 time
The shepherd’s crook is a question mark, the flock counts clouds instead of stars. And Bessie’s wool holds last year’s spark— she chews her cud by the rusted bars.
In a forgotten valley where the grass grows in riddles, a shepherd and a very opinionated sheep argue about love, lawn maintenance, and the fine print of an ancient fertility ritual. 1. The Patch Notes (read in a low, crackling voice over a drone fiddle) “Version 1.0. Known issues: The Shag is not what you think. The Sheep remembers the last update. Bze stands for ‘Breeze,’ but the wind has stopped listening.” 2. Verse One (Folk style, banjo and stomp board)
He says, “The old dance brings the rain.” She says, “The last time, you lost my name.” He says, “It’s just a turn and a bow.” She lowers her horns. “That’s not how, and not now.”