Ewe Too Poetry Contest Natasha L Scragg
Every so often the kids passed a pasture Where a divine farmer kept his sheep One night they crooked themselves in While the farmer was fast asleep They rolled with the grassy hillside Onto the gates of his wooly pen With the cover of darkness helping Except for a noisy noisy mother hen She cackled louder, louder and louder And their plans began to sweat Still, they roped a baby lamb That would soon become their pet When their fleeing tiptoes met a hitch And the farmer appeared before their eyes He preached he'd sacrifice his baby lamb If they pray for their sins and hear God's cries
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