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The story of Green, Dot, and Blue

 There were three little lambs, one, two, three

 

All on different farms in the county

 

One was green,🟢 another blue, 🔵the last one was polka-dotted, why? No one knew.

 

One was a girl, boys the first two,

 

But I’m sorry to say no one wanted little Blue.

 

The farmer looked at his blue lamb🐑 and noticed instantly,

 

Only three little legs and a nub where the fourth should be

 

And you know besides that, he was kind of daft

 

And banged on a couple of rocks, and this poor lamb had a love for chewing socks.🧦

 

One day the farmer cried out “this lamb won’t do for me!”

 

And he took the lamb and shot him down,🔫 now there’s only two lambs of the three.🐑🐑

 

The second little lamb had a happy life, nice as a green lamb could be

 

The painters🖌 cared for him until they heard of a tragedy

 

Green had been shipped on a large wooden crate and getting him had been a mistake

 

The painters (not farmers) were afraid of this case

 

They were painters and Green could not go to waste

 

So they grabbed little Green and I’m sorry to say but the poor little lamb was shot 🔫down that day.

 

The last little lamb was little Dot who was sweet and dotted with pink polka dots

 

But sadly like poor little Blue, she had only three, little legs too

 

and like him she also ate socks🧦 and had a habit of banging rocks

 

and like poor Green she was a mistake but the farmers cared for her and thought she was great

 

and it was this little lamb, I’m happy to say, who was once found saving the day.

 

The flock had been found by wolves🐺 and the like, terrifying sheep and the border collie Spike

 

But Dot, a fine sheep🐑 was so not afraid, for she was too dumb and called it a parade

 

The wolves came and herded the sheep, getting ready for a nice bite to eat

 

But little Dot, she trotted along, and banged a rock like it was a gong

 

And the rock just happened to be on the edge of a cliff, right over the wolves and an old chair lift

 

And the rock crashed onto the wolves that day, saving the sheep, Spike, and a bird May🐦

 

But this never would have happened if the farmers only saw her brain🧠, the mistake she was, or how she was lame.

 

If they only saw her spotted wool, if they shot her down for those reasons so cruel.

 

But is that what the farmers did? It is not! What they did was trust God and take in sweet Dot

 

And because of this action and decision they made, Dot was able to stop the wolves and be brave

 

So let this be a lesson with Green, Dot, and Blue

 

Though it may not seem worth it to you

 

Remember that God will care for those who just don’t seem right

 

And use them to show God’s bright shining light

 

So whether they were a mere mistake, whether they’re disabled or can’t think straight,

 

whether you can’t afford to be a good mom... God will use these little lambs and make the world strong.

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