The Animals of Spitalfields Farm
The pig goes oink,
The cow goes moo,
The farmer carries buckets of smelly stuff and poo,
The farmer pulls on wellies
A raincoats and a hat
Taking care not to get run down flat
Here comes a wild tractor,
Flying madly out the barn
Driven by the pig and cow from Spitalfields farm...
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