Little Bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.

She lay there on the couch and looked at me,

I knew her troubles lay inside, down deep,

"I haven't got the faintest where they'd be..."

The classic schizoid tale: She'd lost her sheep!

"I saw them yesterday and they were fine,

but I went out last night and came home late,

this morning when I checked at half-past nine:

an empty paddock, with an open gate!"

I hold a PHD in Psych and Freud,

"Most likely to Succeed" my year-book said,

I knew that I would have to fill that void,

and get the stupid sheep out of her head.

"Dear Bo, an hour with me is fifty clams -

You really want to waste our time with lambs?"