Across the green we trot,
A herd of Blue Bulls, our clan.
The sun shines bright, the grass is soft,
We’re on a golf course, but we don’t care.
We’re here to graze and play,
To bask in nature’s glow.
The golfers watch us pass,
With smiles and wonder, soft and slow.
We’re wild and free, yet unafraid,
Of these strange creatures on our land.
We share this space with grace,
A harmony between us, hand in hand.
So let us watch the golfers play,
And enjoy this moment, here and now.
For we are all connected, in our own way,
On this golf course, beneath the bough.
Guchi.
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