THE LAM AND THE DOVE.
The lam iz a juvenile sheep.
They are born about the fust ov March, and menny ov them die just az soon az green peas cum.
Lam and green peas are good, but not good for the lam.
Lam are innosent az shrimps, they won’t bight, nor skratch, nor talk sassy.
They don’t kno mutch, only to skip, turn summersets on the grass, kik up their heels, pla tag, plauge their mothers and hav phun generally.
I luv the lam, i even luv them after they bekum mutton, i luv lams ov all kinds, i had rather hav one lam than 4 wolfs. This may look like oddness in me, but it iz mi sentiments enny how.
Mary had a little lam. I wish i had a little lam, and if i had a good deal ov lam it wouldn’t diskourage me.
Mary waz a good girl—an ornament tew her sekt.
Mary’s lam waz a good lam—an ornament tew hiz or her sekt, i don’t remember which.