In the farmer’s barn, behind the door,
A lamb was born upon the straw.
Her mum's warm tongue soon licked her dry
And she saw her world through tiny eyes.
Beside her was her little brother
Soft and warm beside their mother.
Twin lambs in their wintry world.
Little lambs so snuggly curled.
Those two lambs now, who're playing free,
Explore their world, with stream and trees.
They've learnt that they're part of a flock
Who live and play on grass and rocks.
“Mother, when we're big like you –
What do you think that we will do?”
“You’ll wander hills and clamber rocks
And grow soft wool for children's socks."
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