Little Bo Peep, fat little sheep was once white as snow.
How it would, no one knew, and few could answer so.
Once it follow the shepherd whom guided it true.
Though need shear, the shepherd was told to shoo.
The sheep grow grotesque blackened by the time.
The shepherd still remembered when the sheep shined.
Eating fresh grass the sheep grazed lazily.
Would the wolf hunt it first one would wait and see.
Fierce and quick the wolf gobbled the once pure sheep.
Watching quietly the shepherd never spoke a peep.