بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Masha Allaah, I've thought of some new poems about the Farm Yard.
Krick-Krick-Krick goes little Chirpy Cricket,
Humming his only tune,
Hanging in mid-air,
In hot June
Oh, Chirpy look out for Mr Nighthawk!
Who will help me?
Just don't move and the mister won't see you!
Don't move when comes along the owl Murphy.
It's been a pleasure to meet you.
After they have gone let us take a jig.
So they did,
As they saw a bundle of Feathers and Fur!
Cut-Cut-cut-a-dah! Cut-Cut-cut-a-dah! Cut-Cut-cut-a-dah! Cut-Cut-cut-a-dah!
My four morning cries are so very important.
They tell Farmer Brown to come with the car,
And take me and my pals eggs away to the village market.
There are two roosters on the farm,
One is so very silly,
One day he will come to HARM,
I'm sure he will,
He's so silly.
Any way there are cows and sheep,
And a bull called Willie,
Mrs Moo, and young Milky Sheep.
One day I heard some excited squawks,
So I went there,
Saw a Hawk, and in the Hawk's
I saw the silly rooster in there,
Squeaking and fussing,
I felt sorry, but that was enough fair!
Then I looked up,
A hard JAW!
Reynard the Fox
CAN BE FOUND HERE
Please note that Chirpy, Clucky and Reynard all escaped from there enemies.