down on the farm

every sunday morning

before daybreak

down upon the farm

on the fishpond

all the little ducks

they go paddling

look out for fish or for breakfast

sunday morning hear the churchbells ringing

high up in the trees the birds were singing in the dewey grass spiders spinning

all around the farm animals stirring

through the morning mist the bulls are beefing

up across the meadows cows are munching

crazy but it's time for milking

there's such a lot to be done on the farm

in the sunshine

and when it's lunchtime

it's hop down the pub for a pint

back on the tractor to finish the plowing

standing all alone

fred the scarecrow

hasn't got a clue how the wheat grows

doesn't mind the rain

hates the cold though

specially when those icewinds blow snow

all along the lane

bees are buzzing

little furry things in hedgerows swirring

in amongst the corn the bunnies are bouncing

roosters spring upon their feet

behind the cowshed

the plowman is taking a peek

at the farmer's daughter

who's hanging her undies in the sun

better get on your boots and join us

down on the farm

down here on the farm

it's a lovely day for country walking

the vicar's on his bike

vinny's skateboarding

the farmer and his dog out back shooting

the gun goes off and birds stop tweeting

lost dog sneaks around the farmyard

great big pile of sh.t behind the rhubarb

sitting in his pram

baby bunting

dogs are up and starts his grunting

give him a drink

he's gone pink

wants his mummy

needs changing i think

such a lot can be done on the farm

in the sunshine

and when it's lunchtime

it's hop down the pub for a pint

sneak out the backway with nelly the barmaid

to the woods