Farmyard Antics 136 Poem by Phil Soar
Farmyard Antics 136
As the winter is upon us
And the hay is piled up high
And the cattle gather in the barn
And none of them wonder why
When the option is, be warm as toast
To be indoors, and not out
This is where they want to be the most
Not wandering about
Though the barn is overcrowded
There is nowhere else to go
Except outside, where the sheepdogs hide
And its four foot deep in snow
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