He is meek, and He is mild; / He became a little child. / I a child, and thou a lamb, / We are callèd by His name. / Little Lamb, God bless thee!

And now the time returns again: / Our souls exult, and London's towers / Receive the Lamb of God to dwell / In England's green and pleasant bowers.

Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?

Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read'st black where I read white

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit / Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? / Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, / Or Love in a golden bowl?

Debbie was meek, mild, soft-spoken, almost whispering. She didn't say a swear word.