for Remy
Remy had a little lamb,
His fleece was black as coal.
And everywhere that Remy went
the little sheep would go.
“My little lamb why don’t you scram
I’m tryin’ to take a pee!”
The little lamb his crest fell down
and thought - "he no love me!"
The little sheep so small and meek,
He wandered in to town.
Where would he go what would he seek
so sad and feeling down?
He found a park and heard a bark
and startled with such fright!
A dog he saw with open jaw
who chased him — then remarked:
“Now don’t you sweat I see you fret
I won’t hurt you — don’t bleat.
For I’m a collie not a threat,
My purpose is to greet!”
“Oh doggy friend I can’t pretend
I have a broken heart.
My bestest pal I did offend —
He sent me to depart!”
“My little sheep your pain is deep
consumed you are with woe.
I see the tears with which you weep,
but something you must know:
“Remy is my friend as well,
I see him time to time.
And know him well this I must tell:
He would not do this crime!”
The collie said let’s bring you home
and took him by the paw.
And when along the path they roamed,
A worried boy they saw.
“Oh little sheep I could not sleep
my sadness overpow’ring!
I’m not a fool — I’m no Bo Peep
but desperately scouring!”
In to his arms the sheep he leapt
and Remy held him tight.
Then slowly back to home they crept,
And well they slept that night.