seeing a picture upon wall
its a harvest scene
children playing on straw
they all look so keen
on bales they brawl
putting the bales on cart
taking it back to farmyard
where pigs and cows all lark
billy farmers son is very hard
so too is his friend mark
back in field children have fun
some play amongst heathers
two of them carry guns
shooting at the feathers
of chicklings so young
farmyard chaos now looms
billy and mark are kicked
by the horses big hoofs
they are so flipped
being kicked in the goons
bang went the gun
of young peter green
in field children now glum
peters so bloody mean
nobody knew he was dumb
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