"Oh," thought the little boy, "I must hurry!"
He looked for his horn. There it lay in the grass.
But he was so sleepy,—he couldn't run after the sheep.
In a moment he fell asleep.
Then he heard the voice again:—
"Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn."
Yes, he could see the cow eating the corn in the field.
And there was the sheep in the meadow, eating the fresh green grass.