I like to look at the sheep nextdoor br And scrutinize every last one, br Yet still br All I can conclude is that they look the same. br br Sure you get the black stained little lambs br but sooner they grow into brown than stay black br A few others, maybe one remains br black, but he behaves no differently to br the rest br br And Tat' uMavi doesn't seem to mind. br Bra Manana, their herder calls the ram br 'Schoolboy'! br Him, I know; Schoolboy. br Grandfather; well, he had sheep no less than a hundred br once, br But he sold them all to send his kids to school; br they too, were schoolboys. br br There was no difference between Schoolboy br and the other ram, br 'what's his name'? br only that he was a bud head br and the other had horns. br br Grandfather loved all his flocks and herds; br The cattle most of all. br Since I had never seen his sheep br and he would call out loud in the kraal: br 'Pesi pesi; where, are gone' br the merino used to bite his pants. br A whole flock-full of names br I hear; br Jonono, Jingi, Pringa, Fulale br and Jo'burg, br the dog. br br 'Pesi-pesi mhe...' br The children sing br br 'Pesi-pesi mhe..' br br Free Range, Free Range, br Free ofspring! br Free Range, Free Range, br Freer in spring! br br The only thing that's still free br is my flock of ideas in paper kraals br and Jay-jay, br the pen.