Ye Sad Story Concerning On Innocent Little Lamb And Four Wicked Wolves

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Title:     Ye Sad Story Concerning On Innocent Little Lamb And Four Wicked Wolves
Author: Howard Pyle [More Titles by Pyle]

A little lamb was gamboling,
Upon a pleasant day,
And four grey wolves came shambling,
And stopped to see it play
In the sun.
Said the lamb, "Perhaps I may
Charm these creatures with my play,
And they'll let me go away,
When I've done."

The wolves, they sat asmiling at
The playful thing, to see
How exceedingly beguiling that
Its pretty play could be.
See it hop!
But its strength began to wane,
Though it gamboled on in pain,
Till it finally was fain,
For to stop.

Oh! then there was a munching,
Of that tender little thing,
And a crunching and a scrunching,
As you'ld munch a chicken wing.
No avail
Was its cunning, merry play
For the only thing, they say,
That was left of it that day,
Was its tail.
So with me; when I am done,
And the critics have begun,
All they'll leave me of my fun
'Ll be the tale.

H Pyle

[The end]
Howard Pyle's poem: Ye Sad Story Concerning On Innocent Little Lamb And Four Wicked Wolves

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