On our Farm
In the big red Barn
Were high stacks of Hay
And a rope to Sway
It was great Fun
Until the day was Done
Swaying and Swinging
And all the kids Springing
But jumping in Straw
There is a Draw
You scratch and Itch
Like a Son of a Bit#$%^*
hello Davey! Funny as per usual! We grew up on a farm and the smell of hay is enough to send me back to when i was five! (well if it makes you feel better i gave you a 10! :)) ....Zainy
If you are only going to vote '1' then please tell me why THX dave
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Giggle, giggle, giggle! Nice to see you back after the weekend, Davey. Thanks for the laugh. Warmly, Gina.