LITTLE LAMBS
The little lambs are born.
Near the waterhole
my mother makes shelters
of green boughs
for the mother sheep.
There
in the shelters
the little lambs are born.
The green boughs
stand close together,
they do not let the snow
nor the wind
nor the sand
come in
to hurt the lambs.
Soon the lambs
will be big enough
to play with me.
