The Lamb Allen Ginsberg

Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd by thy name
For He calls Himself a Lamb
He is meek, and He is mild
He became a little child
I a child, and thou a lamb
We are callèd by His name
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!