And once more

Baa-baa, black sheep,

Cleo has a new favorite song.

Have you any wool?

She first heard it at the library, when she was tiny, during story time.

Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.

Recently, though it's resurfaced, as it's sung at her nursery school. And on car rides through town, Cleo likes to unleash a version of it, unaccompanied.

One for my master, one for my game.

Does she get the words exactly right? Well, no. But does that really matter?

Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?

Hard to think so. At least, it certainly doesn't diminish her enthusiasm. Another round, perhaps?