Mother, let's go and see the lambs;
This warm and sunny day
I think must make them very glad,
And full of fun and play.
Ah, there they are. You pretty things!
Now, don't you run away;
I'm come on purpose, that I am,
To see you this fine day.
What pretty little heads you've got,
And such good-natured eyes!
And ruff of wool all round your necks--
How nicely curl'd it lies!
Come here, my little lambkin, come,
And lick my hand--now do!
How silly to be so afraid!
Indeed I won't hurt you.
Just put your hand upon its back,
Mother, how nice and warm!
There, pretty lamb, you see I don't
Intend to do you harm.