An ordinary farm day

The sun shines brightly in the sky

The cows, munching cud, lazily lie

Flies hover near them, until they swish their tails

But their attempts to drive them off, on the whole, fails.

The dogs sit contentedly, growling now and then

Whenever they perceive a cat or a hen

The goats bleat slowly in their lazy old way

Watching the chicks run around the hay.

A few tramps stop by the gate, meaning to beg alms

They are alert for a chance to steal, about which they have no qualms

Loud barking startles them, where are the dogs

They turn around in fear, but only see some hogs.

Slowly the tramps move off, tired of a long wait

Cursing almost everyone, and above all their fate

Once more calmness settles in, its an ordinary farm day

Everybody feels contented, and goes on his way.