The Sheep
“Lazy sheep, pray tell me whyIn the pleasant field you lie,Eating grass and daisies white,From the morning till the night;Everything can something do,But what kind of use are you?”“Nay, my little master, nay,Do not serve me so, I pray.Don’t you see the wool that growsOn my back to make your clothes?Cold, ah, very cold you’d be,If you had not wool from me.”
“Lazy sheep, pray tell me whyIn the pleasant field you lie,Eating grass and daisies white,From the morning till the night;Everything can something do,But what kind of use are you?”“Nay, my little master, nay,Do not serve me so, I pray.Don’t you see the wool that growsOn my back to make your clothes?Cold, ah, very cold you’d be,If you had not wool from me.”
“Lazy sheep, pray tell me whyIn the pleasant field you lie,Eating grass and daisies white,From the morning till the night;Everything can something do,But what kind of use are you?”
“Lazy sheep, pray tell me why
In the pleasant field you lie,
Eating grass and daisies white,
From the morning till the night;
Everything can something do,
But what kind of use are you?”
“Nay, my little master, nay,Do not serve me so, I pray.Don’t you see the wool that growsOn my back to make your clothes?Cold, ah, very cold you’d be,If you had not wool from me.”
“Nay, my little master, nay,
Do not serve me so, I pray.
Don’t you see the wool that grows
On my back to make your clothes?
Cold, ah, very cold you’d be,
If you had not wool from me.”
Ann Taylor