A Christmas Morning Song for You
Harvesting the rows,
On a tractor not a sleigh,
Over the fields I go,
Snacking all the way!
Bells on smartphones ring.
The farmer’s on the line.
“Belinda, where’s my tractor?”
I ignore him. And that’s fine.
Oh!
Fling those bales
Sling those bales
Fling those bales of hay!
Oh what fun
It is to "write
My hay reports" this way-ay!
Alfalfa, orchard and
three cuts of tim-o-thay.
Oh what fun
It is to "write
My hay reports" this way.
Happy Holidays from My House to Yours
Sincerely,
Belinda, Spokesrabbit
Small Pet Select
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