The Farm Dairy
It is my will to ride a fairy
Right in to a farm dairy.
To look out the window sill
and see the big big mill.
To wake up on early morn
And always pick the lovely corn.
And on evenings in the barn
With my kitten playing with a ball of yarn.
Only God Knows
I sit down with my pencil red
And write down the things in my head.
I write about the moon
And what people dance in June.
One thing left in my mind
Is what else will I find?
It won't be as fast as a mower mows
But I say this only God knows
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