Ram Girl Was Rarely Depressed
We never knew her real name, called her Ram Girl Bailey.
She was fluffy like her namesakes, her life placid and boring.
Stayed to herself, loving rams, nurturing them daily.
She bleated like them, her empathy for them soaring.
Ram Girl Bailey never married but was happier than others.
She rarely had depressing days, anger or any strife.
Spending her life among ram babies and their thoughtful mothers.
We never understood it, but it was her best kind of life.
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