Lawns to rake, fields to harrow,

This time of year I always find,

I’m busy cleaning up the mess,

That winter left behind.

As I hook the harrows to the tractor,

Lacy watches from her run,

As do the horses lounging by the barn,

Soaking up the morning sun,

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They all clearly think I’m crazy,

If I’ve got nothing better to do,

To waste a perfect morning,

Scattering horse and puppy pooh.

Mike Puhallo

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