The farmer’s made a start;
he’s loading bales of hay.
His dog is watching on
as sunrise greets the day.

It’s been a busy week,
with little time for sleep
and Geordie’s bred to work,
rounding up the sheep.

Together they set out,
across a paddock green;
a flock of sheep to shear,
way off and still unseen.

Geordie‘s sent to search;
he’ll bring them through the gate
and down toward the shed
where sharpened shears await!

The farmer knows his dog
and thinks he’s pretty good.
He trained him from a pup
to work just like he should.

A distant view reveals,
a swirling swarm of wool;
a fleece on every back
will keep the cutters full.

Geordie’s calm and quiet;
he sweeps from side to side.
Such a willing worker,
delights the farmer’s pride.

The mob’s in and job’s done,
he gives a little praise
with voice and gentle smile;
there’s kindness in his ways.

They go from dawn to dusk,
both farmer and his dog.
Geordie’s by his side
through heat or winter’s fog.

Shearing, lambing, drenching;
the seasons have no end.
He couldn’t be without
his faithful canine friend.

Dream on Geordie Junior;
you’re only eight weeks old!
Best to stay and play for now,
before you join the fold.

There’s time for you to grow,
so have a little sleep.
Your turn will surely come
rounding up the sheep.

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