The children shouted as they played a game
Frightening the colt-timid and tame
Irritating the people – irascible and old
Scaring the sheep – lying in the fold.
Whoops of delight sounded from time to time
As the children played on mounds of sand and lime
Some passer-by stopped to see them play
For the children sounded so jovial ass they played with the hay.
An atmosphere of gaiety pervaded in the farm
There lurked an air of joy, though not one of calm
Everyone was contented, even the cow in the mire
Who however was not as smug as Tabby by the fire.