A hungry wolf approached a lamb
Which he desired to eat
But thought he'd justify himself
For making lamb his treat
“A year ago, you did insult
Me with your words and vow
And so to teach you that you can't
I'm going to eat you now.”
“Not so,” the lamb replied aloud
“For then I was not born
I was not here to laugh at you
Or give you any scorn.”
“Well then, you grazed upon my land
My grass became your chow
For this you shall a lesson learn
I'm going to eat you now.”
“Can't be,” the lamb did say to him
That taste I do not know
For I have not yet eaten grass
From it I did not grow.”
“But you have drunk my water clear
That flows beneath the bough
That water's mine, and so you'll know
I'm going to eat you now.”
“But sir,” the lamb did bleat again
“Milk's been my only drink
I'm just a tiny lamb, you see
Despite what you may think.”
And then the wolf had had enough
'Twas all he could allow
He sprung upon the tiny lamb
And he did eat her now.
