Your eyes blind with lies and contemptuous loathing,
You think me a sheep but I just wear his clothing,
Horses run courses, some jump, some fall,
You watch but don't see the most dark horse of all.
You should recall that each dog has its day,
And a wolf in sheep's clothing must have its way,
This wolf is dressed the most sheepish of all,
And it bares its teeth when blind sheppard's fall,
And then, and then only you realise too late,
That your sheep is a wolf, that was lying in wait.