Poetry

Sunday, 19 December 2021

Back on the farm

 Oh yes, I'm back on the farm                                      

Oh yes, I'm, back on the farm

It can't do me any harm

the animals are a balm


The river's quite calm

And I'm back on the farm

 




Well, they sold the world

And they sold the soil

But for all I heard

It never got spoiled

Oh yes, I'm back on the farm

 

Bring me a shot gun

I'm gonna shoot some rats

They better get running


Before they goes splat

Oh yes, I'm back on the farm

 




The dogs are howling 

It's a silver moon

And the fox is prowling

He'll be round here soon

Oh yes, I'm back on the farm

 

Well with every songbird

There comes the spring

And in the morning

 I hear the nightingales sing

Oh yes, I'm back on the farm

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