Ever Wakeful He's A Shepherd Now Poem by Mark Heathcote

Once upon a time, upon a time
in a dangerous mountainous climb
a child got lost sleepwalking from camp
he was a bonnie little lad a scamp.
And when he finally awoke, he cried
no one was around he was horrified
but slowly he gathered his senses
and dispensed with all his pretence's
he followed the river downstream
he dreamt his nightmare was just a dream.
And before the sunset in the sky,
back at the camp, there wasn't a dry eye;
after that bells were-tied to his ankle's-
to awaken his parents and companions
but he never went sleepwalking again.
Back in Scotland, he wanders the glen
ever wakeful now he's a shepherd
seeing his flocks don't to go unfettered.