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.
Copyright © Durlabh Singh | Year Posted 2013
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