The Lamb

Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, Be good and homewards come with me, Or else upon another day You shall not with the daisies play.

Did we not bring you, for a treat, In the green grass to frisk your feet? And when we must go home again You pull your ribbon and complain.

So, little Lamb, be good once more, And give your naughty tempers o'er. Then you again shall dine and sup On daisy white and buttercup.