Baa baa black sheep

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 lamb, lost in the game. Lost in the meadow, green and so wide, The little lamb bleats, with nowhere to hide. The wind whispers secrets, tall grasses sway, The little lamb trembles, lost all through the day. Baa, baa, black sheep, have you seen my friend? Lost in the meadow, until the day's end. No sir, no sir, I cannot say, But follow the sun's path, where shadows all play. Westward he trots, to the sun's golden glow, Through fields of wildflowers, where butterflies flow. A familiar bleat, a joyful sight, Mama the sheep, with fur warm and white. Baa, baa, Mama, I'm finally home! No longer lost, never to roam. Mama nuzzles her lamb, safe and sound, The black sheep watches, with a gentle sound. Baa, baa, black sheep, kindness you've shown, Guiding the lost lamb, back to its own. Three bags of wool, a gift and a prize, For sharing your wisdom, with gentle, kind eyes.