Human-headed lamb.
There is no such creature.
In the phrase "gentle as a lamb," the word "lamb" is used to describe something as meek, innocent, or mild, emphasizing a gentle and non-threatening nature.
There is not really a creature for Christianity, unless you take in the fact of the Lamb of God.
A Lamb
The body of a lamb is covered in wool, as is an adult sheep.
The body of a lamb is covered in wool, as is an adult sheep.
Every once in a while an animal or vegetable is found that "resembles" a human face. In animals this is usually the result of a malformed fetus or newborn animal, the active imagination of the owner, and a desire to get publicity in the newspapers. In a similar manner clouds often resemble human faces or other things. A recent event in turkey features a human faced lamb.
Chuck Lamb goes by Dead Body Guy.
These lines from William Blake's poem, The Lamb contain the answer to your question. The speaker who addresses the lamb in the poem is a child, a human child, endowed with the gift of language, whereas the addresse, a lamb, is a non-human child, a dumb child. In these lines the speaker explores in his simple language of childhood innocence how the creator of the lamb who is also the creator of the child is both a child and a lamb. Christ Himself was referred to as "the Lamb of God", and the creator was born in the form of a human child: the babe in the manger. The creator is "meek" and "mild", and the speaker does have these features of "meekness" and 'mildness" in common with the lamb and its creator.
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Best I can make out: Pull the wool from your open eye. little lamb, my little lamb Sunlight is sneaking through the broken blinds. little lamb, my little lamb When the world has all gone mad and you're stranded in your bed, with a beautiful confusion, now i understand. my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb Strangers are dancing on your open throat. little lamb, my little lamb Choking on sounds while the millers smoke. little lamb, my little lamb Now the lights are burning out and the circus is leaving town. Well, its hard to sleep when all your sheets are full of sand. my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb Would they tear us both to shreds if they knew all that we've said? and they're feasting on the pieces of your broken marrow. my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb my li-li-li-li-li-li-li-little lamb Shiny silver bullets go to your head they go to your head they go to your head Shiny silver bullets go to your head Your tinsel vision is sprawled across the floor Shiny silver bullets go to your head they go to your head they go to your head Shiny silver bullets go to your head Your tinsel vision is sprawled across the floor Shiny silver bullets go to your head they go to your head they go to your head Shiny silver bullets go to your head Your tinsel vision is sprawled across the floor Shiny silver bullets go to your head they go to your head they go to your head Shiny silver bullets go to your head Your tinsel vision is sprawled across the floor
Maka was a cat in the underworld