My Grandpa's Farm

 

I like to watch the pigs that grunt,
And fight to get their corn,
And see the little piglets,
As soon as they are born.

I like the cow that moves so slow,
And stands and chews her cud,
She just says "moo" and rolls her eyes,
But she makes milk that's good.

The rooster sits upon the fence,
And crows like he is proud,
The mother hen just clucks and clucks,
And she is not so loud.

A horse that gallops through the field,
And a dog that plays with me,
A mother cat and kittens,
And a squirrel up in a tree.

There are some fleecy lambs,
Out behind the barn,
And I can watch them all day long,
Cause they live on grandpa's farm.

                       AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland