Once upon a sunrise, as day softly began,
The farm of Farmer Fred came alive, according to plan.
From the moo of the cows to the quack of the ducks,
Each had a part in the day’s joyful ruckus
The rooster crowed, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
Waking the farm, under skies so blue.
The cows mooed hello, from their cozy barn,
Starting the day on Fred’s farm.
Daisy, the cow, gave a creamy moo,
“Fresh milk for all, it’s my gift to you.”
Fred collected her milk, with a hearty laugh,
“Mornings on this farm, the best part of my path.”
The sheep, led by Wooly, the oldest of all,
Bleated softly, “Don’t let the wool ball fall!”
Their fluffy wool, so soft and white,
Kept everyone warm, every night.
In the pigsty, Oinky gave a grunt,
Rolling in the mud, pulling a stunt.
“Laughter,” he squealed, “is the best thing to share,
In this farm, where we all care.”
Quacky the duck, in the pond he’d splash,
“Come join me, let’s make a dash!”
Splish, splash, splish, what a sound,
Joy in the farm, all around.
Clucky the hen, with her chicks in line,
Peeped, “My eggs are yours to dine.
Fresh and warm, they’re made with love,
From our cozy little alcove.”
In the field, neighed Nelly, the horse so grand,
“Across the farm, I’ll lend a hand.”
She pulled and tugged, helping Fred,
From dawn’s break till the sky turned red.
As the sun set, the farm quieted down,
Under the moon’s silvery crown.
Fred looked around, with a sigh so deep,
“Thanks, my friends, now let’s all sleep.”
So, my little listener, as dreams take flight,
Think of the farm, in the soft moonlight.
Animals and farmer, together, they team,
In a symphony of life, like a dream.
Each morning is a song, each evening a rhyme,
In the farm, where life’s in time.
Just like the animals, in their own way,
We all have a part in life’s ballet.
The end.
The Symphony of Farmer Fred’s Farm