The Herd Mentality

 Baa Baa White Sheep,

Have you any white wool?

Yes, sir, honourable sir, three stores full.

One of pure breeds,

One of those you need,

And one of the marked ones

That nobody wants.

                                      Caw Caw Black Crow

                                      Where have you taken flight?

                                     Oh, child, poor child, what a sight.

                                     I laugh from beyond the bars,

                                    At all those whom are trapped within.

                                    For I am liberated

                                    From what everyone wants.

                                                                                                                    Thump Thump Ivory Sheep,

                                                                                                                    What is going on?

                                                                                                                   Run, friend, faithful friend, amongst 

                                                                                                                    the throng.

                                                                                                                     If you are quick and smart,

                                                                                                                    You may just avoid the fate

                                                                                                                   Of those who would be late,

                                                                                                                   All so they could satisfy their wants.

                                                           Shush Shush Crying Crow,

                                                           How has this happened?

                                                         Why, mother, myopic mother, can't you see?

                                                         Of their good intentions,

                                                        Those who lag to help, their former

                                                        Purity corrupted with the failure

                                                       All because of their naivety wants.

Bleat Bleat Bleak Sheep,

Why are you so different from them?

Listen, stranger, good stranger, we were once alike.

Soon those young ones will have coats,

That are as ivory-white as that moat.

Stained as they are yet radiant

Because that was what they want.

                                                                      Cah Cah Clamorous Crow,

                                                                      Are you as empty as they say?

                                                                     My brain may ring loud,

                                                                    But you know my songs

                                                                    Sing only the truth.

                                                                   That only these blind eyes

                                                                   Can see what it is truly happening and whatever you don't want.

 Baa Baa Blind Sheep,

Following the masters' will,

Yes, sir, blind sir, we will.

Separated by a fragile sheet,

One's destiny hangs on

The achievements of one's breeding

And the fulfilment of the parents' wants.