Little Lamb, who sprayed thee?
    Dost thou know who sprayed thee?
Red, green and purple paint,
Fit to make a Tiger faint,
Made your clothing such a sight,
Like some flashing neon light,
Gave thee such a garish glare,
Making all the vales to stare?
    Little Lamb, who sprayed thee?
    Dost thou know who sprayed thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
It was Charlotte Brayley!
Heard about a fearful beast,
Roaming wild across the waste.
It might eat you some dark night,
So she sprayed you, fiery bright.
Now with tartan-coloured fleece
You can gambol here in peace.
Even though you're messy!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!