Harvest Time Birthday

The birthday of one our dear friends, Julie,
we three wanted to celebrate duly.
It was harvest time, we went to the farm,
shining golden wheat was reflecting charm.

We walked excited in the morning gale
to the edge of the field with stacked up bale.
Each one of us picked quickly one of these,
clutched them with our arms and carried with ease.

My mother helped us while we threshed the grain,
when wheat was ground our joy we couldn’t contain.
For Julie we baked a nice birthday cake,
for the party whole night we were awake.

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