Ba-Ba (Baba) Black Sheep

"Ba ba black sheep

(Baba black sheep?)
Why are you called thus?"
"Ah! My child the mystery of life
will be unrevealed soon…"

"Ba ba black sheep
(Baba black sheep)
have you any wool?"
"Yes dear, yes dear,
three bags full!!"

"Then my father, old father,
will you lend me some?
A tiny ball of gold & silver
should do mum & me
through winter..."

"No no my child!
(Are you my child?)
That one is for my master.
But I'll see what can be done
should the lovely mother come."


"Master? MASTER?
Who is YOUR master?
You the father of all!
And mother is busy
counting the greys."

"Greys? Greys?
The last I saw them
Thick & brown!
And my master is
the blue suit yonder..."

"Master?!?
Blue suit yonder?
The white with the tie?
The one who killed
my brother?"

"Ho hum, Ho hum,
Anthing more you want?"
"A ball maybe of copper
Baba or even
bronze would do by..."

"O o No no,
That ones for the special dame.
A creamy body,
dash of pink (glazed eyes)
Mr. Blue suits wife."

"Nothing for us?
Nothing for your sons?
To help you we bruise & toil!
Three bags wool.
THREE BAGS WOOL!"

"Bags you fill,

my stomach swells.
Happy & gay are mere dreams
for you mortals but not for
Baba black sheep (ME! ME! ME!)"

The plain mystery now revealed
of black & charred souls.
And home dejected went
the little boy
who lived down the lane...