domingo, setembro 24, 2006

Margaret Evans Price, "Little Bo Peep," 1917

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone,
and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating.
But when she awoke,
She found it a joke
For they were still all fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them.
She found them indeed,
But it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind them!

It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
Into a meadow nearby.
There she espied,
Their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling.
And tried as she could,
As a shepherdess should
To tack each again to its lambkin.

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