Allen Ginsberg — The Lamb

Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is callèd by thy name For He calls Himself a Lamb He is meek, and He is mild He became a little child I a child, and thou a lamb We are callèd by His name Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee!