One upon a time

a wolf was lopping at a spring on a hill side,

When, looking up,

What should he see but a lamb

just beginning to drink a little lower down.

There’s my supper,”  thought he,

if only I can find some excuse to seize it.,”

Then he called out to the lamb,

How dare you muddle the water

from which I am drinking?”

Nay, master, nay,”

said lamb

if the water be muddy up there, I cannot be the cause of it,

for it runs down from you to me”

well, then,”  said the Wolf,

Why did you call me bad names this time last year?

That cannot be,”

“said the lamb;

I am only six months old.”

I don’t care,”

snarled the wolf;

if it is not you,

it was your father;

and with that

He rushed upon the poor little Lamb

and ate her all up.