Baby boomer that is me..
I was born in the shade, of a tree..
On a little farm as cute as can be..
This was my first home for my litter mates and me.
4 brothers and sisters plus me equals 9.
I'm lucky to have this, family of mine.
Mom and dad are beagle dogs too..
Being on the farm, was like living at a zoo..
Shouts the rooster.. **** a doodle dooo.
Waking the farm before the early morning dew
As the morning sun begins to rise..
Clouds of many shapes fill the skies...
One little two little three little goats
On the little pond the duck family floats..
4 little 5 little 6 little pigs..
They watch their momma as she digs..
My sisters and brothers we get to roll and play...
Mom will teach us, the safest way...
We nibble each other's neck, and nose.
Sometimes we bite our tails, and toes..
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Baby boomer that is me..
I was born in the shade, of a tree..
On a little farm as cute as can be..
This was my first home for my litter mates and me.
4 brothers and sisters plus me equals 9.
I'm lucky to have this, family of mine.
Mom and dad are beagle dogs too..
Being on the farm, was like living at a zoo..
Shouts the rooster.. **** a doodle dooo.
Waking the farm before the early morning dew
As the morning sun begins to rise..
Clouds of many shapes fill the skies...
One little two little three little goats
On the little pond the duck family floats..
4 little 5 little 6 little pigs..
They watch their momma as she digs..
My sisters and brothers we get to roll and play...
Mom will teach us, the safest way...
We nibble each other's neck, and nose.
Sometimes we bite our tails, and toes..
Children's poems.. Based on Boomer the Beagle
