Oh little lamb you are to me
A symbol of God’s charity
Your wooly hair and all your curls
Reminds me of our knits and purls
In early spring you sacrificed
So we’d have garments warm and nice.
A pair of soft and wooly socks
Or sweater set that really rocks
Paired with wool tights tucked in the boots
While shearling-gloved hands pulled up roots
You’ve mown the lawn there as you eat
And trampled turds with your hoofed feet
You’ve closer gathered when it’s cold
And seem to live to be quite old !
