Comes to look at baa-lamb:
Her clothes and shoes are left,—oh, where?
Through haste to see poor baa-lamb.
The summer’s day too soon is past
For children and for baa-lamb;
You see our pleasure cannot last—
Not even rides on baa-lamb.
Comes to look at baa-lamb:
Her clothes and shoes are left,—oh, where?
Through haste to see poor baa-lamb.
The summer’s day too soon is past
For children and for baa-lamb;
You see our pleasure cannot last—
Not even rides on baa-lamb.