It’s spring in England, and little lambs are gambolling idyllically in the fields. But not for long . . .
I am a little woolly lamb;
I have a little bleat.
I’ll have a little life, as well,
Because you want my meat.
It’s spring in England, and little lambs are gambolling idyllically in the fields. But not for long . . .
I am a little woolly lamb;
I have a little bleat.
I’ll have a little life, as well,
Because you want my meat.