The Farm
I've not been many places
But I've seen some amazing things
Like a cow who answers the telephone
Everytime it rings
Or a duck that thinks he's a hoot owl
As he sits out on his limb
We don't have the heart to tell him
So we just sit there and grin
Or a rabbit that thinks he's a coon dog
So I take him hunting with me
You should see that old coon's face
As he shimmys up that tree
A possum who thinks he's rooster
And this one takes the cake
I wake up at the crack of dawn
To that horrible sound he makes
And last, but not least, a hound dog
Who really thought he could fly
He climbed up on the top of the barn
And I never even said goodbye
So, when you think you've seen it all
Just come on down to the farm
You can even sleep in the guest house
If you can handle my possum alarm
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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