This is another “I’m bored so I’ll go ask Daddy what to do” poem:
When a Farmer Goes Camping
By LittlePage1I went a-camping with my cows
(I’m glad I didn’t bring my sows)
When I set up the big red tent
The bright red canvas they quickly rent
And so I bought one, bright brand new
This one was a shade of blue
I told them, “This one’s not to chew.”They would not come to the burger roast
Instead they ate some buttered toast
But all the things that my cows did
Would take up a book as tall as a kid
But I won’t camp with cows again
But maybe next time I’ll bring a red hen…
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