Lambkin all soft and furry
Often saw you in the field in a scurry
Running around in your fenced yard
Eating grains and Swiss Chard
Frolic and play
Socializing with the other animals all day
Gathering in flocks
Alongside the cocks
You love to run and climb
Always having a good time
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