White lambs are in the sky today.
they skip day jump they run.
one is far off by himself.
lying in the sun.
The wind comes up and rustles past.
the lambs run to their mother.
so close they are it is hard to tell.
one lambkin from anoher.
the mother starts to leave them now.
I wait and by and by
she beckons to her little lambs
who race across the sky.