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What was Bo Peep Can anyone guess	A
Why little Bo Peep was a shepherdess	A
And she dressed in a short white petticoat	B
And a kirtle of blue with a looped up look	C
And a snowy kerchief about her throat	B
And held in her hand a crook	C
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What eyes she had the little Bo Peep	D
They had tears to laugh with and tears to weep	D
So fringy and shy and blue and sweet	E
That even the summer skies in color	F
Or the autumn gentians under her feet	E
Less tender were and duller	F
	-
Now a shepherdess ought to watch her sheep	D
But the careless little girl Bo Peep	D
Was hunting for late wild strawberries	A
The sweetest her tongue had ever tasted	G
They were few in number and small in size	A
Too good though to be wasted	G
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And in that way the little Bo Peep	D
The first she knew had lost her sheep	D
To the top of the nearest knoll she ran	H
The better to look the pasture over	F
She shaded her face and called Nan Nan	H
But none of them could discover	F
	-
About and about went little Bo Peep	D
Her feet grew tired the hills were steep	D
And in trying her fears to overcome	I
She sighed I don't know where to find 'em	I
But let 'em alone and they'll come home	J
And bring their tails behind 'em	I
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So down sat trustful little Bo Peep	D
And in a minute was fast asleep	D
Arm over her head and her finger ends	A
All red with the fruit she had been eating	K
While her thoughts were only of her lost friends	A
And she dreamed she heard them bleating	K
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'Twas a happy dream for little Bo Peep	D
As she lay on the grass her flock of sheep	D
With scatter and clatter and patter of feet	E
Came hastening from all ways hither thither	F
First one would bleat then another would bleat	E
Then b a a a a all together	F
	-
But ah it was only while Bo Peep	D
Was tired enough to stay asleep	D
That her flock was with her for when she woke	K
Rubbing her eyes to see the clearer	F
She found that her dream was all a joke	K
And they were nowhere near her	F
	-
Tearful and sorrowful grew Bo Peep	D
Down from her lashes the tears would creep	D
But she started out as there was need	E
Before it should be too dark to find them	L
She found them indeed but it made her heart bleed	E
For they'd left their tails behind them	L
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Did she laugh or cry our little Bo Peep	D
To see such a comical crowd of sheep	D
There were plenty of bodies white and fat	E
And plenty of wide mouths eating eating	K
Plenty of soft wool and all that	E
And plenty of noisy bleating	K
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Yet all of them stood and tried to keep	D
At a little distance from Bo Peep	D
They knew her voice and were very glad	E
To have her come with her crook to find them	L
But they felt so strangely because they had	E
Not a single tail behind them	L
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The innocent faced old mother sheep	D
Who bleated and stamped to greet Bo Peep	D
With their tails shorn close were odd enough	M
But the very oddest of all was when a	N
Group of the lambs went galloping off	O
All legs and hadn't any	P
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Though sorry enough was little Bo Peep	D
That the tails were lost from her pretty sheep	D
She murmured I'll find them easily	P
And there's very little good in crying	K
So away she went and at last in a tree	P
She saw them hung a drying	K
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She piled them up in a great white heap	D
And the best she could do poor little Bo Peep	D
Was to try to fasten them where they grew	F
Or that was at least what she intended	E
But if she did it I never knew	F
For now my story is ended	E

Clara Doty Bates

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