I live in the greatest place in the world

It's a place that I always dreamed of

My own little farm

With my own little critters

I can't begin to describe

The joy that it's brought

Along with the jitters

Every morning, there are always animals to feed

But they always complain that it's less than they need

In the afternoon, you can play with the goats

Just be careful in this, 'Cause They play pretty rough

Of course, it's only because like the dogs, they think they are tough

In the evening, you get to collect eggs from the hens

 Milk the goats and put them back in their pens

And heaven forbid you should forget about the horse

He'll make you regret it with absolute force

So many times, I've been asked

Why do you do what you do?

But you know what?  I think I'm blessed

'Cause each day seems brand new

There is more than enough work

To keep a family busy from morning til night

And we're much too tired at the end of the day

To bother with trying to fuss and to fight

We all pull together

To care for what's here

And at the end of the day

Thank God for what's dear

For this little farm

Is a gift from above

So we just keep on working

And growing in love.

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