Lazy sheep, pray tell me why In the grassy fields you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night? Everything can something do, But what kind of use are you? Nay, my little master, nay, Do not serve me so, I pray; Don't you see the wool that grows On my back to make you clothes? Cold, and very cold you'd get, If I did not give you it. Sure it seems a pleasant thing To nip the daisies in the spring, But many chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass, Or pick a scanty dinner where All the common's brown and bare. Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, And cuts my woolly coat away To warm you in the winter's day; Little master, this is why In the grassy fields I lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON THE CALL by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE CITY: 1. VILLAGE FANTASY - THE QUEST by STIRLING BOWEN ST. CECILIA'S HYMN by JOHN BYROM VERMONT KITCHEN POLES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY CITY DWELLERS by STANTON ARTHUR COBLENTZ |