"Come," she said, "let's make some more rhymes. How will this do?
"Oh, climb, little lambs,
To the beautiful green,
Where the winds are all hushed
And the clouds are unseen."
This made them laugh, and they sang the verses two or three times. "More, Stineli!" cried Rico, encouragingly, and Stineli went on:
"Little lambs, little lambs,
Under heavenly blue,
'Mong numberless flowers
Of exquisite hue.
"There's a boy who is sad,
Here's a girl who is gay;
But all lakes are alike
Made of water, they say."
They laughed again and sang their verses over several times. "I wish we had some more," said Rico; so Stineli added two more stanzas:
"Little lambs, little lambs,
So playful yet shy;
Gay and happy are they,
Though they know not just why.