Animal Like Behaviour

 

 

They say that we are animals

A higher class of course

But often times we behave

Much lower than the worse.

 

And we may earn their names

By some of the things we do

Though this is highly offensive

To both me and to you.

 

Like “you stupid old goat”

When we do something foolish

Or, what a “sloppy pig”!

When what we do is a mess.

 

What an “ignorant donkey”!

Just don’t use the other name,

Male it is, not female,

But both genders are to blame.

 

 

Dare to stand your ground

And you are a “stubborn mule”

Or do something most despicable

And “dog’ is the naming tool.

 

Go back on your word

And you are a “backbiting snake”,

Or “chameleon” might be better

Just to show you are a fake.

 

Some authority on looks

May refer to another as a “monkey”

And if perchance one’s ears shoot out

“Bat-ears” it then would be.

 

 

A lowdown act: you’re a “dog”

Lower than that you’re a “snake”

And for females in pregnancy

She waddles like a “duck”, not “drake”

 

I had to put that in

Because of the confusion gender wise,

These days you mightn’t be sure

Some don’t wear disguise.

  

Check out the “lower animals”

They are surer than we are,

Especially when mating time comes around

They make more sense by far.

 

How can I leave out the “sheep”?

This is a regular name,

It is the one I mostly like

For I am one, in Jesus’ name.

 

The good shepherd calls us such

Especially, when we follow him,

He gave his life for his dear “sheep”

To free those “sheep” from sin

 

“Wolf” is the name for those

Pretending that they are “sheep”

However, they don’t eat grass

Their diet is strictly meat.

 

 

“Vipers” is one we hear from Jesus,

In the same verse “serpents” is used,

Matthew 23:33 is the text…

Such people are without excuse.

 

I choose to end with the following:

These are “turtledove” and “lamb”,

The former is a romantic term

The latter is held in the Shepherd’s hand.

 

For when as “lambs” we frisk around

We sometimes go astray,

It’s then the Shepherd breaks our leg

And carries us along the way.

 

Just one set of footprints

The prints of the Shepherd’s feet

Not yours or mine, I hope you see

He is carrying his little “sheep”.

 

Stewart Russell © August 2019