Baa, baa black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,

Three 3 bags full.

One 1 for my master.

One 1 for my dame.

But none 0 for the little boy,

Who cries in the lane.

—-THE END—-

As a child this was one of my favorite poems. I remember long nights spent crying in my bed and by quietly hushed by the soft singing of my comforting parents. BY the time I was, say… 3, I could recite the whole poem to my parents. I could be heard murmuring the sweet tune to myself while falling asleep. This poem meant a lot to me as a child. I used it as a way to quickly comfort myself in times of need such as being scared while trying to fall asleep.

To this current day I can remember the savory lyrics to the comforting tune I used as a child. It’s as if you could almost hear the lullaby whispering through the old creaky walls from a childhoods past now long gone….