Poem about sheep

Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn;
Where is that boy
Who looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack
Fast asleep.
Will you wake him?
Oh no, not I,
For if I do
He will surely cry.

Baa baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full!

One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.