Two lambkins and a kid.

Most tender playmates all the five,
None stray'd the vale beyond,
They were the happiest imps alive,
All of each other fond.

And Jessy all with joy survey'd,
With joy her heart ran o'er,
When they their little gambols play'd,
She spinning at her door.

But how mischance will intervene:
This spot of sweet delight,
One eventide, became a scene
Of anguish and affright.

The elder boy, gay Donald, chanc'd,
Far from the door to play,
Lest, now within the vale advanc'd,
His kid might roam away.

The mother sat to watch the vale,
Nor yet his sport forbid;
But starts to see the Eagle sail
Above the trembling kid.

The kid began to quake and cry;
Not so the braver boy,
The full-winged savage to defy