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Lew Sarett
Six little sheep,
Bleating
in the sun,
Don't know which
Way they should run.
Fence to the left;
Fence to the right;
Before them a mouse
That fills them with fright
Nothing to do
But wheel and go—
A little too much
For sheep to know.