Sunday morning half asleep,
Go outside to feed the sheep!
Milk the cows and give them hay
Feed the pigs on milky whey!
Then the geese also the hens,
A farmer’s work never ends.
But I’m afraid I’m lying again,
Because all I farm… is just grain!
© Baldock Bard 2012
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