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Springtime for the farmer

Let’s all see what the farmer does

When Spring is in its bloom

He ploughs the soil with all his might

And then, for the seed, makes room.

 

He plants the seed with a joyful air

For he’s certain of the harvest, this year

While he sends his young son to tend to the sheep

He looks thankfully at the bright sun

 

The lambs are happy and they frisk for joy

Even they are young, like their master’s boy

Their hearty frolic pleases the young lad

It banishes from his mind, any thought that is sad.

 

The calves all line up, very early in the morn

To have their feed, as soon as it is Dawn

And so the day’s work takes a pleasant start

As his 2nd son hitches the bullock to the cart.

 

And as soon as his wife appears from inside the house

The hens and the ducklings all so stout

Rush as if to say – come on out, with the food

We are welcoming you, as well as your repast good.

 

The little chicks who diffidently stand at the back

Chirp – don’t forget us, for, we, energy lack

Feed us well, and when we grow up, we’ll supply you with eggs

But now, please feed us hastily, they, all in unison, beg.

 

Each of them is busy, doing his or her own work

They have a lot to do, but none of it does irk

And so they gaily do their jobs, singing a happy tune

For spring’s a lovely season – a very precious boon..

 

It comes in with a smile

Its beauty makes people swoon

It precedes the hot and sultry

Months of May and June…

 

So smile, or laugh merrily, just don’t you nap at noon

For that there is ample time- for school will now close soon..