Springtime On The Farm

by Clara Hook

The happy spring is here again,
The robins, how they charm,
It sets one's mind to thinking
Of the things down on the farm.

I can hear the old hens cackle,
Hear the rooster's doodle-do,
Hear the turkey's gobble,
And the pigs a squealing, too.

I can see the farm hands starting
To his tasks each early morn--
Aplowing and adiscing,
Getting ready for the corn.

The day's work, now is ended,
And they all, with happy heart
Gather round the supper table,
Where each fellow does his part.

Come on, boys, get your ready,
Bring fishing worms and hook.
We'll stroll down through the meadow,
And spend an hour by the brook.

Oh, the city has it's pleasures,
Shows and barrooms have their charm,
But I'm sure they can't compare with
Happy springtime on the farm.

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