This timid creature is no fool
With dire eyes and flossy wool
Its lull nature
Leaves it room for capture.
Time and time again it cries
Anxious for the day it dies
His body no longer gets goose skin
Because he now knows that he can win.
Foolish is the preditor
Because the lamb is scared no more
No longer will it be deprived
And always remember the day it survived.