Poem: The Real True Story of Little Boy Blue

Napping goats
Photo by Earthcraft Farms

Christmas Moon

(or The Real True Story of Little Boy Blue)

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn. The sheep’s in the meadow, the cows in the corn. Where’s the little boy who looks after the sheep? He’s under the haystack fast asleep.

T’was a magically moonlit, late Christmas Eve, yet the sheep in the meadow were feeling quite peeved 

The cattle were lowing, which was alright, but the ewes couldn’t sleep. The moon was too bright

So they noisily moved to the shade in the corn, causing the cattle much anger and scorn

Soon off to the barn, the whole cow herd sped, waking the horse in his stall, in his bed

He bolted and galloped all over the place, then bunked with the goats, leaving no space

The disgruntled goats joined the pigs in their sty, and the pigs busted out to the hen’s yard, oh my!

Next, Old Mother Hen toppled off of her roost, giving Bossy the cow a bit of a boost

At this point everyone in the barn was awake, so down to the meadow they went in great haste

What was the problem with those crazy sheep? Didn’t they realize no one could sleep?

When they got to the meadow, the sheep were not there, sending the animals into despair

Where are our friends? Not asleep in their bed? There’s coyotes about, we hope they’re not … dead?

When suddenly someone heard a small bleat and moved to the cornfield, where laid the sheep

So happy to see them alive, in the end, the animals knew that they loved their dear friends

Whatever their differences, big ones or small, they realized those things didn’t matter at all

Happy and joyful, they danced by the moon, as the Billy Boy Blues Band played a fine tune

And the very last thing that was heard - from the sheep, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good sleep”

As for dear Billy, around noon the next day, he was found still asleep in the barn in the hay

                                       

   prosies@cynthia sheridan