Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And doesn't know where to find them. Leave them alone, and they'll come home, Wagging their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating. But when she woke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting. Then she took up her little crook, Determined for to find them. She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tales behind them! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 5 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON AN OFFERING by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |