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“You’re always right with Auto lite”

The roster in the barnyard; He’s just won’t crow for day;
And the hens are pecking everywhere; what will they eat today.
   The dogs are on the porch; scratching at their fleas;
   The goose is eating walnuts; that have fallen from the trees.
Lurking in the undergrowth; the weasels on the prowl;
Watching with intensity; wondering what he’He'll have for chow. 
      The hawks are up there flying; soon to swoop and snatch;
      And the coons are gathered by the gate; trying to work the latch.
The wife is in the kitchen; making pumpkin pie;
The mice are watching from a hole; a kitchen raid they’ll try.
      The cat is busy cleaning up; trying to act like he can’t see;
      And he’s drooling over mouse head lunch; while in his favorite tree.
The pigs are in the mud; waiting for some swill;
The fox is watching in the grass; for something he can kill.
      Easy country living; isn’t everything it seems;
      And living in serenity; I guess is just a dream.
The farmer has his mortgage; the tenant has his rent;
The chickens have their eggs to hatch and the workers back is bent.
      The writer has His pencils; the weather has its storms;
       The actor has His critics; and the ozone layer is torn.
The author might be crazy; because He’s laughing like a fool;
When everything seems funny; what else is there to do.

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