Black Sheep
Sheeps are moving,
In a herd,
They go each morning,
Under observation,
And in the evening,
Return back,
The kid who drives them,
Has to work hard,
With not all but one of them,
Who strays every now and the,
It moves away to pastures unknown,
And has to be brought back,
Whenever the kid is napping,
The lone sheep does so and more,
Once it locked horn,
And almost killed the other,
Only that the kid got up,
And sticked them away,
One day after many grazing days,
Kid returned back,
And told his mom,
Mom all sheep are white,
Except this one,
This is the black sheep.
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