Marion has a little lamb! A poem for spring
Marion has a little lamb
His fleece is white as snow
And everywhere that Marion goes
That lamb is sure to go
This lamb whose name is Scruffy
Is really very lucky
He lost his mum before he was one
In fact before he got fluffy
Alone he cried whilst by her side
His Mum had now departed.
But he was found, now safe and sound
All wrapped up and sleeping.
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