Sam: |
Oh the farmer's life is the best of all, |
Peggy: |
For the old ones, yes, and the young ones, |
Liza: |
It is sweet to list to the hum of bees, |
Joe: |
Unless you're one of the stung ones! |
Sam: |
You may talk about the pursuits of town, |
Winnie: |
But the country's the place to see things; |
Peggy: |
You can picnic there in the sparkling air, |
Sam: |
With earwigs all over the tea things! |
All: |
When a little farm some day we keep, |
Liza: |
There will be the baa-baa-aa of sheep, |
Peggy: |
The noisy little quack-quack-quack of ducks, |
Joe: |
Chickens with their chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chucks, |
All: |
Cock-a-doodle-doos and cluck-cluck-clucks, |
Winnie: |
Colonies of rooks with caw-caw-caws, |
Joe: |
Donkeys with their loud hee-haw, hee-haws, |
Sam: |
And grubble-grubble grunt the pigs all say! |
All: |
When a little farm we keep some day. |
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Sam: |
Oh the farmer's life is the best of all, |
Peggy: |
With its simple manners and habits. |
Liza: |
For you wear thick boots and amazing suits |
Joe: |
With checks that frighten the rabbits! |
Sam: |
There are lots of beautiful views to sketch |
Winnie: |
So you take a paint-box and easel, |
Peggy: |
And you curse your luck when you find that you're stuck |
Sam: |
In a trap that was set for a weasel! |
All: |
When a little farm some day we keep, |
Liza: |
There will be the baa-baa-aa of sheep, |
Peggy: |
The noisy little quack-quack-quack of ducks, |
Joe: |
Chickens with their chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chucks, |
All: |
Cock-a-doodle-doos and cluck-cluck-clucks, |
Winnie: |
Colonies of rooks with caw-caw-caws, |
Joe: |
Donkeys with their loud hee-haw, hee-haws, |
Sam: |
And grubble-grubble grunt the pigs all say! |
All: |
When a little farm we keep some day. |