Farmer Billy Turnip-Top Poem by Lee Fones
Farmer Billy Turnip-Top
Farmer Billy Turnip-top
Corn thrashed unwanted weeds
Never did he stop
As he'd brought some seeds
In his scruffy jumper
And jeans with a hole
Shouting out for Thumper
Then whacked him with a pole
Poor Thumper rabbit
Turnip-top I will get
I have a nasty habit
Of things I forget
I'll remember this very day
Apparently a year ago
Turnip-top died I'm sad to say
From what I don't know
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