Lazy sheep, pray tell me why
In the pleasant field you lie Eating
grass
and daisieswhite
From the morning till the night?
Ev`rything can something do
But what kind ofuse are you?
"Nay my little master, nay
do not serve me so, I pray
Don't you see the wool that grows.
On the back to make your clothes? Cold,
ah, very cold you'd be
If you had not wool from me."