sheep - Popular Poems and stories from category

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road
The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road;

for Learned and Augustus
You, my friends, and you strangers, all of you,
Stand with me a little by the walls Or where the walls once were
The bridge was here, the city further:

I never kept sheep,
But it is as I did watch over them
My soul is like a shepherd,
Knows the wind and the sun,

The hills step off into whiteness
People or
Regard me sadly,
I disappoint them

Baa, baa, black sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master,

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.