Chicken runs round the farm yard,
Wishes he was the duck.
Duck runs round the barn yard,
Wishes he was the pig.
Pig runs round the pig sty,
Wishes he was the horse.
Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.
Christmas day, he’ll mourn them all.
Filed under Prose & Poetry, Special Events
Tagged as Christmas, holiday
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