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THE SHEEP Author Unknown

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.