On Summer Farm

On summer farm,

Where the merry wind blows,

And the buttercups swing

In their neat little rows,


There's a jovial man

Who gives hands to the cows;

He respects every one

Of his dainty white sows.


Yes, the music rings

For the dance every day,

And after it's done,

They collapse on sweet hay;


For a busy day,

It's the same every year,

When the roses bloom,

And the calves give a cheer,


On summer farm,

There is time enough,

To create tranquility,

Displaying a land full of love.

The End

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