Little Bo Peep

Little Bo Peep

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, Wagging their tails behind them. But Bo Peep waited, the sun dipped low, No woolly forms on the hillside did show. A tear escaped, a sniffle so small, "Oh, where could my fluffy companions have sprawl?" Then, a whisper of wind, a rustle of leaves, A tiny brown sparrow, secrets it weaves. "Follow the path where wildflowers bloom, There you'll find your sheep, safe from the gloom." Bo Peep, with hope, skipped through the field, Following colors, a story revealed. Dandelions bright, like sunshine so bold, Led her to a clearing, a tale to be told. There, napping peacefully, side by side, Her sheep lay contented, no reason to hide. A playful young lamb, with a bleat and a hop, Nuzzled Bo Peep, never wanting to stop. Bo Peep gathered her flock, a smile on her face, The sparrow chirped wisdom, leaving not a trace. Lessons learned, a bond ever strong, Friendship and trust, where they all belong.