Yellow Woodpecker Farm
Welcome to Yellow Woodpecker Farm where the incredible food slaps you.
The cows bark, the cats bellow, the dogs mow the lawn, and the birds moo.
Let me talk! Let me say something! Put me in couch! It is our talkative doll.
She does most of the talking for Lucia. Pushing me right now off of this stall.
Lucia is busy, and Pedrinho too at magical funny Yellow Woodpecker farm.
Invented by the curiosities of a studier of children, who meant no harm.
Here is original intelligent man of the hour, our own Viscount of Sabugosa.
He knows more than many, and I know pretty much most-ah.
Where is the old lady? Viscount asks upon his maize-infested arrival.
You see he is made of maize, and depends on its health for his survival.
I am not sure, but Aunt Nastacia is putting the finishing touches on lunch.
Let’s eat some cucumber sandwiches. They will pinch your face in a crunch.
Yellow Woodpecker Farm is a place you have to come see for yourself.
Magical things happen in the forms of gnomes, gargoyles, or Charley elf.
Do not let Mrs. Benta catch you if you wish any harm to her boys.
They are protected in every way here, by her and their magical toys.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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