Bob was a little lamb
Who arrived with us in May
At one month old he was very cute
And had a bottle twice a day
He grew each day more and more
His bleating like a bellow
And everywhere that we went
Bob was sure to follow;
Walks on the beach, feeding hens
And even into the Landy
But then we found him a little friend
A tiny horse named Annie
The have become the best of friends
And are rarely seen apart
But when he spies us across the field
His mighty baa-ing starts.
