These are the measures the good farmer brings
Salt in, or cornmeal, and other good things.

This is the lambkins’ own big water-trough;
Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off!

This is the rack where in winter they feed;
Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.

These are the big shears to shear the old sheep;
Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep.

Here, with its big double doors shut so tight,
This is the barn where they all sleep at night.

THE LAMBS.