The Leader's Speech

Rise my sheep,
feel the hate.
Lets go to battle,
before its too late.

Look on the hill,
the shepherd in green.
Marches with his sheep,
hungry, wild and mean.

They scheme to devour,
our green grass fields.
Our ewes, our lambs,
our staple yields.

Stand up. Stand up.
Now march on your feet.
I am the saffron shepherd,
follow me my sheep.

Lets clash them hard,
for its do or die.
Lets tear them up,
blow their eyes, that pry.

To save our kind,
is this holy battle.
Lets show those fools,
we are not hopeless cattle.

Not a strand of grass,
we will let them chew.
Knock their teeth out,
before they do.

Stand up. Stand up.
Now march on your feet.
I am the saffron shepherd,
follow me my sheep.