Ovejita

There was a shepherd who had a flock of 100 little sheep
He took care of them day and night, loved them all the same
But one day, as they returned to the joyful fold
A sheep was left behind, crying lost

Little sheep, little sheep, little sheep
The distressed shepherd called out, and found her trembling with cold
He carries her on his shoulders to the fold
Happy to have found her, his joy mixes with tears
He healed her wounds, saved her from death