Little Lamb

Little lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who trade thee? Give thee death and cut thy throat Butchered thee in meadows Skinned thee in the moat Give thy hide for clothing & delight Soft clothing woolly and bright Give thee such a tender voice That no one heard thy death cries. Little lamb who naileth thee Dost thou know who impaleth thee? Little lamb I will tell thee Little lamb I will tell thee He is called man by the name But is disguised as devil by frame He is weak he is mild As far as mammon is bribed He will sling thee on counter to trade And eat thy pieces for his mid-day break. Little lamb God bless thee Little lamb God bless thee.