Auntie's Farm
Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.
Muriel Mule sings hee-haw,
and we all clap our hands.
It was fun to laugh and guffaw
since we are her greatest fans.
Daphne Duck quacks in glee
while Gary Gander flaps his wings.
Prissy Pig and Gabby Goat agree
to dance when Randy Rooster sings.
Emma Emu sways her head.
Anna Alpaca is spitting.
We call her rude until Auntie said
“For her, it is quite fitting.”
We spent the day with our friends
until it was time to go home.
Mom says we'll come on weekends,
if we’re sweet as honeycomb.
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