Posted on 05/09/2025 8:46:26 AM PDT by DallasBiff
- Authorities in a Texas town are trying to determine the origins of a flock of sheep found wandering loose near an elementary school.
The Leander Police Department shared photos on social media showing more than a dozen sheep loitering on a sidewalk and walking across a road.
Police said the sheep were found unaccompanied near Tarvin Elementary School in Leander.
"Do ewe know where your sheep are?" police quipped in the post. "We called Little Bo Peep, she said she found her sheep, and these are not part of her flock."
(Excerpt) Read more at upi.com ...
What is the difference between a regular sheep and a mystery sheep?
Does the mystery sheep say, “just one more thing”?
Dirty Deeds....Done With Sheep!
LOL!
‘Hey, I have one job; and I’m doing it!”
Was it the Serta sheep?
Somebody post a pic of “Dolly” the sheep from Woody Allen’s movie “Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex”.....
“Loitering? We ain’t loitering, Officer.
We’re just standing around here doin’ nothin’!”
These Sheep were lost in the Devil’s Triangle in 1943 and finally reappeared baaing the musical notes D (de), E (mi) , C (do), C (Do)(octave lower), G (so).
Whiffenpoof Song Lyrics
We’re poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa baa baa!
We’re little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa baa baa!
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa baa baa!
We’re poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa baa baa!
We’re little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa baa baa!
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa baa baa!...
My father ised to sing tht to me ll the time. I love that song. ❤️
Thank you.
I had never read all the lyrics and after reading them I just had to post them. Those we love are never full gone from us as long as we keep a Memory of them.
My name is Barbara he used to call me Ba Ba.
Hence the song. I know the lyrics well.
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Lyrics
“Barbara Allen’s cruelty: or, the young-man’s tragedy” (c.1690), the earliest “Barbara Allen” text:
Cruel Barbara Allen by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (1920)
In Scarlet Town, where I was bound,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Whom I had chosen to be my own,
And her name it was Barbara Allen.
All in the merry month of May,
When green leaves they was springing,
This young man on his death-bed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwelling:
‘You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.
‘For death is printed in his face,
And sorrow’s in him dwelling,
And you must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.’
‘If death be printed in his face,
And sorrow’s in him dwelling,
Then little better shall he be
For bonny Barbara Allen.’
So slowly, slowly she got up,
And so slowly she came to him,
And all she said when she came there,
Young man, I think you are a dying.
He turnd his face unto her then:
‘If you be Barbara Allen,
My dear,’ said he, ‘Come pitty me,
As on my death-bed I am lying.’
‘If on your death-bed you be lying,
What is that to Barbara Allen?
I cannot keep you from [your] death;
So farewell,’ said Barbara Allen.
He turnd his face unto the wall,
And death came creeping to him:
‘Then adieu, adieu, and adieu to all,
And adieu to Barbara Allen!’
And as she was walking on a day,
She heard the bell a ringing,
And it did seem to ring to her
‘Unworthy Barbara Allen.’
She turnd herself round about,
And she spy’d the corps a coming:
‘Lay down, lay down the corps of clay,
That I may look upon him.’
And all the while she looked on,
So loudly she lay laughing,
While all her friends cry’d [out] amain,
‘Unworthy Barbara Allen!’
When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Then death came creeping to she:
‘O mother, mother, make my bed,
For his death hath quite undone me.
‘A hard-hearted creature that I was,
To slight one that lovd me so dearly;
I wish I had been more kinder to him,
The time of his life when he was near me.’
So this maid she then did dye,
And desired to be buried by him,
And repented her self before she dy’d,
That ever she did deny him.
Funny you should put that up. My mother named me after that song, Barbara Allen.
She told me that and I said, but my name’s Barbara Ellen? She then said, ‘well, that song was just too sad’.
My mom was a little like Jessica from the tv sitcom, Soap ;)
I miss her dearly.
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