Poem July 25, 1903 Issue

"Count the sheep and Go to Sleep"

Josephine Dodge Daskam

As soon as the fire burns red and low,
And the house up-stairs 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 to tail,
For they must be home by night.

And one slips over and one comes next,
And one runs after behind,
The gray one's nose at the white one's tail
The top of the hill they find.

And when 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 thick and fast,
And the house up-stairs is still.

And one slips over and one comes next,
The good little, gray little sheep!
I watched how the fire burned red and low,
And she says that I fell alseep.

Josephine Dodge Daskam.
In McClure's Magazine.

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