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Little lamb, little lamb, what do you see?
“I see a donkey looking at me.”

Donkey, donkey, what do you see?
“I see a spotted dog looking at me.”

Spotted dog, spotted dog, what do you see?
“I see a red hen looking at me.”

Red hen, red hen, what do you see?
“I see a brown goat looking at me.”

Brown goat, brown goat, what do you see?
“I see a farmer looking at me.”

Farmer, farmer, what do you see?
I see– Oh, no.

I SEE SO MUCH POOP AROUND HERE!
P.S. This is a play on the great Eric Carle’s Brown Bear, Brown Bear, of course.
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A classic, Suzanne! Love your farm!
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You could use it for fertilizer or you could make jewelry from it, Suzanne! No kidding, several years ago in Missouri, someone was drying farm poo in either their oven or a dehydrator and then using the dried, and sterilized, stuff to make some rather interesting jewelry pieces and SELLING it. I’ll ask my sister about it….not that anyone would want to do that but still…
Enjoy your Spring…winter is coming to Dallas again. Possibility of SNOW on Sunday morning!
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~Jenny~
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Diane
The Library Lady
“Take surprise and delight in the little things”
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We have that, too…only we call it deer seeds.
Thanks for the laugh!
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And so are all the other animals
Love the poem. Eric Carle is a great teller of children’s tales. The kids at school especially love his books that make noises.
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I showed this post to my six year old granddaughter, and when we came to the last photo she said, “Oh no, deer poop.” She’s used to seeing that in my yard, and I’m always cautioning her not to step in it.
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