The Old Shepherd

When I was little, coming back home from school, I'd see the man,

Old and frail, herding back his flock of sheep and lamb,

Always Shouting to the black ram with a bell on its neck:

"Home, Naughty Ram, Home."

And into the forest, they'd all disappear.

One day, coming back from school, I saw the ram, alone in the fields, eating grass.

I looked around for the old man, but he wasn't around.

So I shouted: "Home, Naughty Ram, Home",

And towards the trees he ran.

Later that day, at the dinner table, I heard whispers;

"The old Shepherd is no more, he was found lying in his forest cabin, on his bed, tucked in for the night, waiting for the morning light that never came".