I wander  on the hills
And valleys deep,
In bright and cold days
With my flock of sheep.

My sheep are few
Black, gray and white
They graze in green fields
And I love the sight.

Folks call me nerd
As I love my sheep,
I am a shepherd
And my love is deep.

I have nobody
To call my kith or kin,
At times my life
Feels so dim.

Sheep are my friends
Since times of boyhood,
Have always cheered me up
With their frolicsome mood.

They are  so close
To my soul,
They are my companion
I love to hold.