Spring
There was a little lamb
a-running in the fields
with all its little friends
hard upon its heels.
Round and round they went,
off to the left, then to the right.
On legs as stiff as virgin springs
up and down they bounced
with all their tiny might.
And in the eyes of god and man
it was a wondrous sight.
Innocence and joy, sacrifice and food
all in one small animal combined.
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