The Sheep
Reading edition
“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 grows On my back to make your clothes? Cold, ah, very cold you’d be, If you had not wool from me.”
Ann Taylor