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Down on the farm 🐄

Down on the farm 🐄

Twas just another ordinary day down on the farm

When Clarence cockerel “Cock-a-doodle-dood” his daybreak alarm

As Pingo pigeon picked from tiny little crumbs of corn, amidst the shed loft

And his partner Sonia sat in the hay stack that was warm and soft

Yes it was an Autumnal morning just like any other

As Farmer Ted Brown worked in the dairy along with Molly his Mother

Milking the Friesian cattle all in a row

As the udders filled the pipes with such a creamy milk flow

And  Daisy the cow being the oldest of the lot

Would “Moo” and “Moo” as Harry horse did trot

“Quack” “Quack” “Quack” went Daddy Donald duck

He splashed and swam in the farmyard pond quite covered in muck

With his partner Michelle a very fine Muscovy Mother

With her ten tiny ducklings, nine sisters and a brother

Spilshing and sploshing muddy water with their wings

Squibbling and squabbling the noisy little things

Of course this Monday morning at the crack of dawn

Didn’t rouse the Farmer’s son Sid as he stretched with a yawn

Coz he hadn’t went to bed until well after late 

Courtin’ and a’kissin’ his latest date

Just a couple of school kids lying canoodling on the hayshed floor

As mice and voles ran in and out of that barnyard door

But Penelope pony pranced around the paddock

As she strutted and head butted in her frenzied fit, so sporadic

The Suffolk sheep “Baa’d” and bleated, munching in the meadows all that day

In the Farmer’s field not too far away

So it was indeed just another average ordinary morning

On that hillside farm and the sun had risen, as the day was dawning

Everything was normal with nothing untoward 

Great Granny Glenda Brown stood pressing her pinafore, on the ironing board

She had the bacon and eggs frying in the pan

Ready to enjoy her breakfast with Great Grandad Stan

And how they all adored their countryside affair

With the sounds and the smells in that cow dung fresh air

Ted, Winifred his wife and his Mother Molly and Sid her Grandson

Lived in the big farmhouse with lots of fun

And Great Granny Glenda and Great Grandad Stan Brown

Had just moved to a lovely country cottage nextdoor, from a flat up the road in the neighbouring town..

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Greg Etsell

wow wow wow!!!!!!!!!!! 
this a awsome story
your imagination 
is awsome 
 

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Jill Tait

Teehee Down on the farm 🐄🤣🌹❤️🌹

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Jim "The Lad" ....

fun stuff Jill My mother's name is Glenda..............................................lad

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Jill Tait

Teehee maybe this was her farm then 🌹🤣❤️

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