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Going to the
Farm
(tune of Going to Kentucky)
I'm going to the farm.
I'm going to the farm.
To see a farmer
With _______in his arms.
So shake it baby, shake it.
Shake it all you can.
Shake it like a milkshake
And drink it if you can.
So rumble to the bottom,
Rumble to the top.
Turn around and turn around
Until I holler
STOP!
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Farm Counting
Poem
One, two,
Cows moo.
Three, four,
Sheep snore.
Five, six,
Pig tricks.
Seven, eight,
Horse gate.
Nine, ten,
A big fat hen. |
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Baa, Baa, Black Sheep Farm Poem
by Jackie Reinach
Baa, baa,
black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for your sweater and one for your rug,
One for your blanket to keep you warm and snug.
Cluck, cluck,
red hen, have you any eggs?
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as your legs.
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch,
Come back tomorrow, I'll have another bunch.
Moo, moo,
brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, as tasty as can be.
Churn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream, or drink it if you please.
Buzz, buzz,
busy bee, is your honey sweet?
Yes sir, yes sir, sweet enough to eat.
Honey on your muffin, honey on your cake,
Honey by the spoonful, as much as I can make.
Baa, baa,
black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
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