The Farmer and the Animals

In fields of green, where sunbeams dance, A farmer worked, a joyful trance. Red barns stood tall, against the blue, With friends inside, a happy crew.

The farmer rose, with morning light, To tend his friends, with all his might. The cows all mooed, a sleepy sound, As breakfast treats were passed around.

Golden hay, a fragrant pile, Each cow received a happy smile. The chickens clucked, a feathered spree, "Good morning, Farmer! Cock-a-doodle-dee!"

He scattered seeds, a tasty feast, For beaks to peck, both big and least. Then with a brush and water clear, He cleaned the barns, banishing fear.

No muddy floors, no dusty hay, Just happy hearts, that shone all day. When chores were done, the day grew bright, He led his friends in games of light.

The cows played tag, with clumsy grace, The chickens joined the joyful chase. The farmer laughed, a hearty sound, As friendship bloomed on fertile ground.

With bellies full, and spirits high, Beneath the warm and watching sky. The animals thrived, so healthy, strong, The farmer smiled, where he belonged.