All the trees swinging their branches
While the cows moo in their ranches
The countryside is gayer than I thought
And more seek-worthy than all I’d sought
Grasshoppers jump from grass to grass
A praying mantis in praying posture
Not a passing truck or a passing car
But a true picture of Mother Nature
No smoke, no gas, just songs of birds
Farmer farming and not playing cards
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