Stories From the Farm--Sonsored By Auto Lite

“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.