I arise out of my bed
At the very crack of dawn
As the sun creeps over the meadow
And I stretch and begin to yawn

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
Along with eggs and bacon too
I now stumble down for breakfast
I could almost eat for two

No time to sit and ponder
There's so much for me to do
Such a big list of chores to be done
Half for me and half for you

Seven baby goslings
Have arrived this brand new day
Tucked amongst their mother's feathers
Is where they all now lay

The week old baby foal
Has more confidence in his stride
When my chores have all been done
Upon his mother I will ride

So many times I've dreamt
Of life down on a farm
Just like Fern in Charlotte's Web
I'd spend my day around the barn

From high up in the rafters
I'll be perched upon a beam
With the swallows flying around me
So very busy do they seem

I'll inhale the wonderful aromas
Of this farm where I reside
As I look down from my vantage point
Such a wonderful place to hide

But as the day draws to a close
I must return to my real home
There'll be no barnyard where I'm going
No animals free to roam

Just the bustle of the city
Will await on my return
But I'll have so many fond memories
Of the farm life I now yearn