"Count the sheep and Go to Sleep"

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.

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