I see red curls tumbling down a bright and cheery face,
As this good hearted christian runs, her dress is full of Grace
I see her lashes dance with glee,
She's looking down at me
I see no fear in her little eyes,
She gazes into mine
I see a violet dress a flowing through the air,
Her nimble, dancing feet, yes they are bare
I see young and beauty stop to take a breath,
I, a little lamb obstinately decided to take a rest
I see she might rather march on,
I know twas love that let me rest, a poor fawn
I see so tenderly loved I am
I'm hardly poor, I'm rich! I am!
I see her blue eyes looking down on me,
Oh so kind and trustingly
I don't make a peep,
She assumes I am asleep
I feel her softly, gayly stroking my head
On this pile o leaves she made into a bed
I love her my sweet mother
She gently combs my fur
I see a ball of black fuzz looking up at me
His, marble eyes quite paralizing
I've seen no fear cross his face,
He follows my every trace
I see no anger, no sign of strife
His joy, it gives me life
I wanted to run on and on
Lamb needed a rest from this ball
I saw a spot where we could rest,
Some twigs, some leaves, a nice clean nest
And I'm gazing into his eyes
I tell you I am paralized
Mine eyes paralized, with love that is
And I see the same thing in his
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