A Flock of Sheep
Down the hilly pasture,
Over ledge and rock,
By the winding sheep-path
Come the woolly flock.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle—
Hear the sheep-bells tinkle!
In the vale they gather
At the silver rill;
Back they nibbling clamber
Up the sunny hill.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle—
Slow the sheep-bells tinkle!
Hist! a panic-signal!
Crowding close they fly
With their fleecy leader
Down the hillside high.
Tinkle-tinkle-tinkle—
Fast the sheep-bells tinkle!
O, the silly baa-sheep!
See them jump the wall—
Over goes the leader,
Over go they all!
Tinkle! tinkle-tinkle!
How the sheep-bells tinkle!
I do have such trouble and care
With my dolly’s right shoe!
The string gets in forty hard knots—
Just as both of mine do—
I am sorry for mamas, aren’t you?
P. S. C.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong-ding—
Did you hear the school-bell ring?
Hurry, hurry, little flock,
It is nigh to nine o’clock!
P. S. C.