(POETRY) Farmer Frick

 

A tune so quaint
It tame the horses
It drove the day
In all its courses

A hat so tall
It give them shade
They gathered 'round
They ain't afraid

A smile so straight
It point the way
Down the foothills-
Fields of hay

A laugh so true
It makes ya sick
All adored him
That Farmer Frick

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