Child Songs: I. Wool Gathering

“Where are my Five Wits gone,
And will they come back soon?”
They’re gone a-gathering wool
In the Valleys of the Moon.

There the little Dream-Sheep,
That look like mounds of snow,
Through the green, green meadows
Go grazing to and fro.

Thither have I sent them,
Those Five Wits of mine,
Two with bags, and two with crooks,
And one with shears that shine.

They catch the little Dream-Sheep
And cut their fleece away,
All to weave a story from
Upon another day!