A shepherd had a flock
of 100 sheep
and nothing ever was amiss
under his watchful keep.
And every morning
and every evening
and all throughout the day
you could hear him counting
by tens, you could hear him counting.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, and 100.

Morning found them safely
high upon a ridge
and evening found them sleepy
and on the little bridge
that led back to their pen
and to their dreams
and all the while you heard
the shepherd counting
by tens, you could hear him counting.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, and 100.

But the day arrived
when all was not right.
Instead of 100 sheep
there were only 99 in sight.

So the shepherd left the others
safe inside their pen.
And he took off in a hurry
to bring the stray back in.
And though it took all day
and half the night,
he finally heard its cry
and he brought him home again
and all was well again.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, and 100