Little Bo Peep au tricot
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn’t know where to find them
Leave them alone
And they'll come home
Wagging their tails behind them
Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heart them bleating
But when she awoke,
She found it a joke
For they were still all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them,
She found them indeed,
But it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind them !
It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did strav
Into a meadow nearby.
There she espied,
Their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling.
And tried as she could,
As a shepherdess should
To tack each again to its lambkin.
Grosso modo,
la pauvre bergère a perdu ses moutons et les cherche partout.
Et le reste est un peu .... dur pour de petites âmes sensibles !!!
