Our farm of plenty
The chooks in the morning,
Up as early as the sun,
For a full day of eating, exploring,
A full day of fun,
The cow is loudly mooing,
As the sun shines through the blinds,
Her calves' cute frolicking,
Fills everyone's minds,
The ducks loud quacking,
As they rush out of their shed,
But one stays behind,
With her eggs on her bed,
The guinea pigs hiding,
As he gets his morning food,
Come back in three hours,
and it will all be chewed,
The gardens slowly growing,
As all the plants thrive,
The bees happily pollinate,
It's produce keeps us alive,
Our farm continues to flourish,
And grow, and grow, and grow,
The progress is beautiful,
Even if it's slow.
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