It tripped along on four little feet
In a coat all woolly and white;
I said “Good morning, you pretty thing!”
And it raised its gentle head
As if it wanted to chat awhile;
But, “Baa-Baa,” was all it said!
What do you think I led with me,
Blue eyed, dimpled, and sweet?
It hardly bent the daisies down
With two little toddling feet;