The boys are in the field to catch some meals;
traps are set as they think about the meat.
They sit and wait the hunger each one feels;
the roasted rats are really quite a treat!
Then to the river for a dip,
no trunks to wear they remove all,
no fear of cold, no quivering lip,
they jump they splash they have a ball.
Then chasing goats cause it’s their job;
to lose them means they face the cane,
resulting in a terrible sob.
They do what they must to avoid the pain.
Oh Karamoja, it’s my home;
there my friends, they love to roam.