The Sleepy Song

S soon as the fire burns red and low Andthe house upstairs is still, She sings me a queer little sleepy song, Of sheep that go over the hill. The good little sheep run quick and soft, Their colors are gray and white; They follow their leader nose and tail, For they must be home by night. Andone slips over, and one comes next, Andone runs after behind; The gray one's nose at the white one's tail, The top of the hill they find. TWENTY FROGGIES Andwhen they get to the top of the hill They quietly slip away, But one runs over, and one comes next, Their colors are white and gray. And over they go, and over they go, And over the top of the hill The good little sheep run quick and soft, And the house upstairs is still. And one slips over, and one comes next, The good little, gray little sheep ! Iwatchhow the fire burns red and low, Andshe says that I fall asleep.