Work Text:
A farm is never silent,
There is always work to do,
Crops to grow and pigs to feed,
As the cattle loudly moo.
A farm is always busy,
A new job every day,
Chickens to move and fences to mend,
And quickly gather the hay.
A farm can be a lonely place,
One farmer working alone.
Day in, day out, no matter the weather
Even the ones that cause a groan
A farm can bustle with life,
As the orchards begin to bloom,
Lambs frolic as spring arrives
To wash away winter’s gloom