Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame, And one for the little boy who lives down the lane. The black sheep smiled with woolly pride, As friends came running to his side. "How do you grow such lovely fleece?" Asked fellow sheep who grazed beneath. "I eat green grass and drink fresh water, I play with lambs both big and small, I roll in sunshine, sleep in shade, That's how my cozy coat is made." The farmer's wife with gentle care, Spun the wool with love to share. She knitted mittens, soft and warm, To keep small hands safe from harm. The master wore his woolly vest, It kept him cozy and well-dressed. The dame wrapped up in her woolen shawl, The warmest, softest wrap of all. The little boy down in the lane, Got a sweater for sun and rain. He hugged it close and danced with glee, "This came from my friend, can't you see?" Soon other sheep began to grow Their fleece like falling winter snow. White sheep, brown sheep, spotted too, All grew wool of every hue. The village folk were warm and bright, In woolly clothes throughout the night. They thanked the sheep for sharing so, Their gift that helped the whole town glow. Black sheep beamed with a happy heart, He'd played a very special part. By sharing what he had to give, He'd helped his friends much better live. Baa baa black sheep, woolly and free, As generous as he can be. Teaching us with every day, That sharing is the kindest way.