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Rh Baa, baa, becky baa! Little lamb running through the town, Falls and dislocates his ankle Against a road-stone, alas! Then will cry: "Oh, la la! Friend ewe, to me, to me!"

Baa, baa, becky baa! Little lamb running through the mountains, Finds himself caught in the bushes, And hurts himself, Then will cry: "Oh, la la! Friend ewe, to me, to me!"

Where are you going, wolf? —I am going, I don't know where, To find a stray animal, Or an animal poorly watched. —Wolf, I forbid you, By the great powerful God, To do any more harm to them Than a good mother Would do to her baby.