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Farmer Smith

Farm-a-Sutra

Oh Little Girl Blue come blow my horn,
my sheep has left and I’m so forlorn.

Besides I’m allergic to its wool
and its baa-ing made me feel the fool.

Chicken’s nice but its feathers tickle,
the mice too small and way too fickle.

The geese bite and the pig’s too dirty,
though the cow’s cool, its eyes all flirty.

The horses don’t like horsing around,
and the moles won’t come from underground.

My best friend dog prefers neighbor’s cat
while the cat doesn’t know where it’s at.

The farmer’s daughter way down the lane
tried it once but won’t do it again.

The snakes are too fast and the frogs too wet,
the fish in the pond won’t answer yet.

I even tried it with soft warm mud
but it broke my stick and bent my bud.

So Little Girl Blue it’s up to you,
otherwise I don’t know what to do.

— Smith, 1.22.2014


Moroccan sheep – fotosmith

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