On our Farm
In the big red Barn
Were high stacks of Hay
And a rope to Sway
It was great Fun
Until the day was Done
Swaying and Swinging
And all the kids Springing
But jumping in Straw
There is a Draw
You scratch and Itch
Like a Son of a Bit#$%^*
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-our-farm/
