Out on the chalk, she watched her flock Steady and true Liniment and embrocation "That'll do" Sheepdog trials come around again All put to the test Shepherds whistle up their dogs To do their best The Feegle leaning on the gate They always knew Hoping for her rare approval "That'll do" When powerful men were proud or cruel What could she do? Implacably she'd take them down A peg or two Feared yet mild, she hid a pure Integrity A model for her growing grandchild Tiffany Trudging through the deepest snow For the lost lamb Never a wink of weary sleep 'Til all be found 'Til all be found