by Suzanne V. Pabst
Welcome to Old Spring Farm
Where feather beds are chic
and other folks you’re apt to meet
Where fruits and veggies abound
and end up being gourmet pounds!
Where whippoorwills ditto, and peepers peep–
until you’re finally sound asleep
Be it sunrise or sunset
This is what you can expect.
A crowing rooster greets the day
An Appaloosa nickers or neighs
Baa-baa say the sheep
to the llamas who don’t bleat-
Meow-Meow says Puss on Patrol
No tail to step on to cause a yowl.
Woof-Woof, with never a growl
our dog doesn’t even howl—
Time now to make the rounds
Join the farm tour after a “full-tummy, nice
So you can see who makes the sounds