Scattered all around the fields and the hills,
In their white woolly coats,
They graze for their fill,
The green grass that beckons,
Their pleasant retreat,
The sheep scour the hillside,
For a warm springtime treat,
Soon they'll be joined,
By young lambs at their side,
Soon they'll be loved,
By small eyes open wide,
To the wonders of nature,
An awakening of life,
Where they'll skip,
And they'll jump,
From morning till night.
Jayne Louise Davies
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They are too nice to eat, as all animals are.