The Path Steep

High on the Moor tending her sheep
Away from it all lived Little Bo Peep
Down in the Dale not far from you
Within the pale lived Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue looked up to the hills
Where every white cloud floats where it wills
Where pasture is full of fluffy white sheep
Tended and mended by Little Bo Peep

'I'll climb to the sky and look at the view
Beyond the pale' said Little Boy Blue
He knew that the view would be dotted with sheep
But nothing prepared him for Little Bo Peep

He saw her at leisure sat on a tuffett
And briefly mistook her for Little Miss Muffet
For her part she saw him on the path steep
It's not for nothing they call her Bo Peep

She turned and looked upon Little Boy Blue
Suddenly he didn't know what to do
And totally lost the power to speak
Looking into the eyes of Little Bo Peep

From that day to this a long way from you
High on the Moor lives Little Boy Blue
Tended and mended by Little Bo Peep
He wanders the pasture as free as the sheep

If you are a boy that's little and blue
Here's some advice that I give to you
Look to the sky and climb the path steep
Maybe you'll find your Little Bo Peep

If you are a girl that's able to peep
Do keep an eye upon the path steep
Then you may decide what you want to do
Before the arrival of Little Boy Blue