William Blake - "The Lamb"

This seems exactly like the sort of poem my mother would have framed on our walls as children. I don't mean to degrade it, it is a sweet and beautiful poem and I may very well frame it on the walls of my future home. The multiple meanings of "lamb" adds a lot of dimension to this poem despite its short length.

The Poem

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb;
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child;
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!