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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.

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Beside her was her little brother
Soft and warm beside their mother.
    Twin lambs in their wintry world.
    Little lambs so snuggly curled.

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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.

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'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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