Spring On the Farm

Those of us who live on farms Aren’t immune to springtime's charms We simply take a different view Spring to us is mostly poo While others trill of daffodils And daisies blooming on the hills We gaze upon the cattle herds And think about those mounds of turds As snow and ice vacate the ground We see revealed another mound And chickens at a steady rate Hunt and peck and defecate The fluffy white gamboling lambs And piglets destined to be hams All leave their fragrant calling cards Throughout the meadows, fields and yards As others rave about the birth Of sweet green seedlings from the earth We head out with our boots and spade To shovel dung from out the glade Collecting it can be a chore But all that fragrant rich manure Hauled from pasture, field and stable Nourish foods that grace our table