THE SHEEP Author Unknown Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant fields you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night? Every thing 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 grows On my back, to make your clothes? Cold, and very cold you’d get, If I did not give you it. True, it seems a pleasant thing To nip the daisies in the spring, But many chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass, Or pick a scanty dinner where All the common’s brown and bare. Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, And cuts my woolly coat away, To warm you in the winter’s day; Little master, this is why In the pleasant fields I lie. |
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