Little Boy Blue

by Frank Baum

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
Where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack, fast asleep!

There once lived a poor widow who supported herself and her only son by collecting from the fields the stalks of grain that had been left behind by the farmers.  Her little cottage was at the foot of a beautiful valley, upon the edge of the river that wound in and out among the green hills; and although poor, she was contented with her lot, for her home was pleasant and her lovely boy was a constant delight to her.