The Little Lamb's Lost Song

A little lamb, so fluffy white, Forgot his happy tune one night. No "baa baa black sheep," soft and low, Just worried bleats, a mournful woe!

He grazed upon a meadow green, The prettiest sight you've ever seen! With buttercups and daisies bright, And fluffy clouds in sunny light.

Mama Sheep, with gentle eyes, Heard her little lamb's sad cries. "What's wrong, my dear? Why such despair? Your happy song is nowhere there!"

A little Bird, with feathers blue, Perched on a branch, a helpful view. "I heard him, Sheep, his song took flight, Lost in the wind, with all its might!"

The lamb he listened, ears perked high, To buzzing bees that fluttered by, To whispering grass, a gentle sway, Perhaps his song had gone that way!

Then suddenly, a sound so sweet, A tiny ripple at his feet! The babbling brook, a silver thread, Was humming tunes inside his head!

He heard the water's gentle flow, The wind that rustled to and fro, The chirping birds, the buzzing bees, A symphony upon the breeze!

And in that moment, clear and strong, He remembered where he belonged! A happy bleat, a joyful sound, His lost song magically found!

He jumped and danced, no longer blue, His song returned, brand new! Mama Sheep smiled, content and near, The little lamb's song, loud and clear!