Someday child likes to sleep

On the job I lie down in green pastures

There are acres on which to become

Precious, kept, and lovely 

I was given a rod so fine 

So full of wrath a lamb so plump 

With a lion’s share 

Wolves carried my message on their fangs

To cities where gates jingle and

All slaughterhouses overflow 

Money, I learned, is uninhabitable 

What has my baby done to deserve peace? 

My sheep will guard you as I have guarded them

And in this way, you’ll never owe