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Your holiday poems :) Advent Calender 19-21
Latten (DE1)
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There once was a game called Big Farm
If tried, it would do you no harm
But don't count your chickens
Sometimes it's slim pickings
And the Vikings are not very warm !!
lthrrr
bigfarm ever lost
received that is coming more surprise
everyone wishes you a new year
then comes a farm
adorned with extensive
to expect as a flash give us wine
the Santa Claus has come to us
bigfarm brand has bleach
I wish you a better night
to play games a good computer game
HAPPY New Year and Christmas BIGFARM
And with chicken perched upon arm
The crops are growing from seeds im sowing
and piglets all cosy in the barn
The snow is falling
and the Vikings are trawling, for fish to make penguin feed
With apple pie cooking and the dog always looking
for bones to fill his greed.
Tomorrow is Christmas and santa is due,
lets tidy the farm so he doesn't step in poo!
Milk cans are blue,
Big Farm is awsome!
You will love it too!
Gabbage is green
and lamb's lettuce too,
Eggs are all white.
Merry Christmas to you!
Santa wears red and
sky is blue,
Reindeers are flying
...Happy New Year to you too!
Santa's firing up his sleigh,
The halls are decked,
The lights are bright,
The fire's lit to warm the night,
All thats left is to find the winner,
Which animal gets to come to dinner!!
The farmer steals out to the stable,
To pick a prize for the yuletide table,
But word is out, its silent night,
With not a single beast in sight,
The pigs are hiding, the cows have fled,
N'ere a chicken in its bed,
The sneaky goats evade their host,
And no one wants a donkey roast,
So one poor foul is out of luck
BANG!!!! its time to stuff a duck!!!
Animals need to be fed,cleaned,bedded down for night.
Tree chopped down and dressed for Xmas
Logs collected for the fire
Herbs collected to make turkey stuffing
Apples ferment into apple cider
sheep wool knitted into farmers Xmas jumper.
chestnuts crackling on log fire
Smell of cake wafting in kitchen
carrot,cookie and a glass of home made wine wait for santa and his reindeer
carol singers sing at farmers door
its Xmas down at the farm
The horses are playing
They so will be training
Maybe to pull Santa’s sleigh.
Tessa’s popping corn to wrap round the Christmas tree
Oh my gosh!! Someone let my chickens free.
Those naughty boys are at it again
They are really becoming quit a pain.
Night time is now falling
Christmas snow is falling
All the chickens are found
We can now take time to sit around
the Christmas tree
Singing
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
the critters were feeding, all cozy and warm.
When out by the cowsheds, I heard a loud clatter.
I ran from the greenhouse to check on the matter.
George had slipped on a cow pie, the silly old goose.
"Please help me," he cried, "the pigs are all loose."
"I was down at the harbor just doing some fishin' "
"I'd just filled the boat, and I got a dung mission."
"So I hurried back to gather some poo,
But the pigs are all gone. Oh, what shall I do?"
We found Mabel quick, she was on the race course.
Seems she decided to challenge my horse.
O'er the fences she sailed, it seemed hardly trying
I guess at Big Farm, you can see a pig flying.
We'd been running so much, George was huffin' and puffin'
So we stopped at the bakery, for rest and a muffin.
And there we encountered a nice stroke of luck,
for Trixie was swimming, in a pond, with a duck.
"Only one more to go." George said with a wheeze.
"But she's smart and she's sneaky, that darned old Louise."
We searched high and low, oh the hours it took.
She was in the library, her nose in a book.
"I'm checking this out, for you farmers to read,"
"It's all about making a better pig feed."
Pigs back in their stys, and the livestock needs tending,
and so this poem is reaching its ending.
I hope it gave you a couple of giggles,
but I'm out of here, I've got to "save piggles"
Before I shut down the farm for the night,
"Merry Christmas to all, and please shut your pens tight"
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Big Farm
Not a computer was running, not even in the barn;
The Winter flags were hung by the corner with care,
In hopes that Nils Nordson soon would be there;
The chickens were neslted all snug in their coops;
While penguins were dreaming of doing flips and loops;
And Rita with her paper, and Daniel with his books,
Had just gone too bed, not worries for crooks,
When out on the farm there arose such a ruckus,
Of cattle, pigs and chickens, and a dog all in chorus.
Fearing for twins agents or our neighbor the grump,
I went looking for tents, or trucks from the dump.
The moon shone down strong on glistening frost,
Illuminating treasures the dog found from lost,
When not on the ground but in the air did I see,
A red plane arriving from a land across the sea,
With a big man so muscled, with a beard like a bush
I knew right away it was Nils in a rush.
With more speed than a race horse he came in his plane,
And he hooted and hollered and called us by name:
"Come Riphath! Come Rita! Come Daniel and Lilly!
Captain Barnacle, Miss Tentacle, Omar and Vicky!
To the north is a land that is covered in snow,
Come help me to raise, and then to let go,
Penguins and seals, all manner of life,
Threatened by warming, hunting and strife!"
Down to the airport his plany he did fly,
And waited until his friends all had drawn nigh.
Then he told us a tale of Viking and sea,
And how he only needed a little money;
That we could be part of a mission so great,
To bring threatened creatures to a much better state,
While at the same time, with fassion and flare
To create some new clothes that would cause folks to stare!
I don't know what caused me to pull out my check book,
But it all sounded so grand that I must have a look,
So I gave him some money and much sound advice,
And found him not naughty at all, but quite nice.
In return he sent back great decos and seeds,
the latter by which one could raise mighty steeds
By growing in the greenhouse some berries quite new
And trading them for horseshoes from Barnacle and his crew.
But returning again to the matter at hand,
There is much else to do in this strange foreign land!
Grow lumber and berries, and raise new sheep too,
To make into clothing, and tankards for brew.
But despite so much work (in so little daylight),
Nils makes quite the host, to everyone's delight!
For while a diet consisting of fish and of berries
Might after a while seem bland to your bellies,
Nils' stories and fables of Viking and sea
Were endless in number and funny as can be,
And when all were quite tired and the fire turned to coal,
He'd whisper of a creature which lives in the hole
That is hidden by a waterfall along a rugged cliff,
But comes out at nighttime sailing in a skiff,
Looking for signs of merriment and cheer,
And anything it thinks that you might hold dear,
Hoping while you're sleeping those items to pinch,
It realy did sound like he was speaking of the grinch.
At last I could restrain my laughter no more,
And before I could speak my belly was quite sore,
For the more he described this creature from below,
The more I was certain that it was someone who I know!
"It's Lester, it's Lester," I cied out at last,
And telling Nils of home I rambled on quite fast,
Of festivals and parties, of dogs and of cats,
and finally of Lester, who makes me thing of rats,
but is really quite harmless, and oh, so much fun,
and when the twins come round, Lester really makes them run!
Hither and thither those boys scurry about,
Searching for clues about which they shout,
"Mystery and intrigue, aliens from space!"
Meanwhile ol' Lester is setting the pace;
For in spite of his antics and grumbling and frown,
He is truly a good friend, and such a great clown,
And when he's given you a fright and the truth comes to light,
He'll say, "Merry Christmas, and have a good night!"
For some friends give hugs, and some friends give gifts,
And some give us puzzles and crazy plot shifts,
But at the end of the day, when the harvest is done,
It's by the friends we hold dear that we'll know we have won.
Scissors, Anifromid and Riphath: Wow, and again: Wow!
'Twas the night before Christmas and down on the farm
Not a creature was stirring except the horses trying to stay warm
The apple turnovers were set out with great care
In hopes of enticing the Architect to show up there
The farmers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of blue tractors danced in their heads
With Rita in her kerchief and Lester in his cap
They both settled down for a long winters nap
When out in the fields there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my hammock to see what was the matter
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But the architect upgrading a cow shed, what a dear
He spoke not a word but continued his work
And built me more upgrades which was a sweet perk
When he was finished he nodded his head
And I heard him exclaim as I went back to bed
Merry Christmas Big Farm and have a great night
But something is slightly amiss...
Almost all our friends are gathered,
But there is a missing dish.
The table stretches across acres,
twenty-two seats in all
All of the guest are oblivious, that
The other shoe is about to fall.
There's Tessa and George, and Rita,
Steve who's missing a screw.
There's Lester and Vicky and Benny,
And his cute cousin Lana too.
Daniel, Monica and Matilda,
Captain Barnacle sans his crew.
The Apple's, and Monty. As well as
Nils Nordson, he's new.
The Twins are sitting like angels,
and Lilly brought the decor
The red headed Rose came as well
And Omar just came through the door.
Hold on for just a minute here
there's only twenty-ONE guests?
And what about that missing dish?
Are you ready? make a guess!
'Bout who occupies the last chair,
amidst this cast and crew?
Who prepared the Christmas dish?
Why that, my friend, is You.
Big Farm is a place for all sorts
of lively character's true,
But the people who bring it alive?
That my friends are you.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!
-Y
[FONT="]Having just fastened antlers on the festive mule, [/FONT]
[FONT="]I realized that it is a donkey which should be done.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Big Farms could always use my brand of ornate Yule.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Really, Good Game Studios is all about fun.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Tessa will see if something’s missing from the tree.[/FONT]
[FONT="]So, seaweed wreathes will have to beautify the gate.[/FONT]
[FONT="]This is one thing to which our Lester can agree,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Even though he still does not like my horse’s mate.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Managed to get a Golden Horseshoe on the Shop;[/FONT]
[FONT="]It looks quite a bit better than that old hubcap.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Maybe, I can get some roses onto the top.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Someday, we’ll send out everything in gift wrap.[/FONT]
[FONT="]I hope no one thinks this is just a silly faze.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Decorations are a part of the Big Farm game.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Surely, you can see that it’s all for the holidays,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Even if you think that my tastes are a bit lame.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]With wheat and corn, I can make quite a potent grog.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hey! It’s for the workers bringing the eggs and milk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]From their labors, we will have some special eggnog.[/FONT]
[FONT="]It may bulge their eyes, but it goes down like fine silk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The big celebration is with Latten and crew.[/FONT]
[FONT="]They’ll party as if there are not any regrets.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Yet after a few rounds of that very strange brew,[/FONT]
[FONT="]There soon will not be any more Big Farm secrets.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Well, the festivities were all for a good cause.[/FONT]
[FONT="]It’ll provide the staff with a much better humor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]They will work together, in case they break any laws;[/FONT]
[FONT="]Quickly closing their ranks to squelch any rumor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Certainly, mum’s the word on the new breeding foal.[/FONT]
[FONT="]There’ll be gifts and opportunities, come New Year.[/FONT]
[FONT="]We hope, Surprise Boxes won’t have a lump of coal.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Rather, there’ll be some events that make us cheer.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Now my silly rhymes some players want to dismiss,[/FONT]
[FONT="]As they eagerly wait for one simple reason,[/FONT]
[FONT="]‘Til I wish them all to have a Merry Christmas.[/FONT]
[FONT="]So they put up with me this holiday season.[/FONT]
[FONT="]It is not that we do not really get along.[/FONT]
[FONT="]There are other thoughts for what is holiday glee.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The problems seem to start with some caroling song.[/FONT]
[FONT="]They always insist that I crone only on key.[/FONT]
[FONT="]In missions, other cooperatives compete.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Our family of players tries to do their best.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Some even spend a little gold to not get beat.[/FONT]
[FONT="]To this end, the Big Farm game can be quite a test.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sometimes, a new player is matched with one of us.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The spirit of this holiday is very huge.[/FONT]
[FONT="]We purposefully lose to avoid any fuss.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Otherwise, we’d be some sort of terrible Scrooge.[/FONT]
but there were no decorations anywhere I could see
checked the house, barn and even mill
All my effords ended at nill
But up north on a hill
I found a small elf, he told me to chill
"You'll find them, I'm sure you will
But now it's time for you to leave
it's already almost chrismas eve"
Back home progress was steady,
Days were busy and in time everything got ready
Decorations everywhere,
nice dinner for everyone to share
We all got presents, even the dog
Afterwards I slept like a log
I want to thank the small elf,
but next year those decorations better be on a shelf
Not the true farmer at least.
I hide the real me under my hat.
My beige, wide brimmed, floppy hat.
It is well worn in my short few months
cultivating my Big Farm.
Trudging back and forth from my gourmet bakery,
pulling weeds and lavender on my flower farm,
to jumping on a plane at a moments
notice to help a friend on some Island.
My poor hat has had quite an adventure as of late.
First getting numerous of Eva's bees
caught in its weaves.
And now that I've finally removed all of the Festive
Spirit decorations, it's covered in Viking snow.
My prized hat is one of my own creations.
Lovingly weaved from the wheat I've grown
with the help of my amazing Major Misfits.
I use the anonymity my hat provides
to hide the fear and uncertainty
of this new farmer.
If Lester Crowley could see the doubt in my eyes,
my farm would be his.
But, I'm sure his cat Bessie can read me
like a book X(
time for joy and merry cheers.
Home with family, friends, and pets,
Monopoly and chocolate bets.
'Tis the season to celebrate the son,
Who brings salvation to everyone.
A babe born in Bethlehem is the reason
why we celebrate the Christmas season.
Roasted marshmallows, pumpkin pie,
waiting for Santa to come on by.
The familiar jingle of silver bells,
Hear the story the angels tell.
Peace be to the earth, for Christ has come,
eternal life and salvation won.
Don't forget to hang up your stocking,
Off to bed and quit the chair rocking.
Sleep until it is Christmas morn,
the baby Jesus has been born.
It's Christmas on Big Farm, the animals sleep,
Alone in a stable the baby lambs keep.
The cows are not lowing, for Santa will bring
them plenty of fresh hay and jingle bells ring.
There you go! I hope you like it, especially with me adding the true meaning of Christmas in. If you are not a Christian, that's okay. If I don't win, that's okay. I just thought this was worth sharing.
But Lester who lived just North of Big Farm did not!
Lester hated Big Farm! The planting of greens!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows what it means.
It could be, perhaps, he hated mowing.
In his farm, there was nothing growing.
But I think the best reason of all.
Was not enough decorations, since his farm was too small.
But, whatever the reason, he'd lost all his charm,
He stood there hating the farmers of Big Farm
Staring down from his field with a sour, weedy frown
At the lush growing gardens in Big Farm town,
For he knew every Farmer down in Big Farm below
Was busy planting dandelions and cabbage to grow
"And they're planting their corn," he snarled with a sneer.
"While my weeds will grow twice their size, I fear."
Then he growled and he snarled and he scratched his head
"I must find some way to make their fields dead!"
For, tomorrow, I know all the farmers will run
to see how much growth their planting has done
And they'll harvest and sow with so much glee.
They'll congratulate their workers. They'll plant a tree.
They'll upgrade their barns. They'll take honey from the bee.
They'll have beautiful flowers for all to see.
Then the Big Farmers, young and old, will sit down to a feast.
Of corn and cream and even some wheat!
And the more Lester thought, he kept on ranting.
He came to the conclusion, "I must put an end to the planting!"
"I know just how!" Lester said to his cow.
"I'll dress as a worker. The time is now!"
"All I need is some salt." Lester clapped with joy.
So he went and bought some from the redheaded boys.
As Lester went to salt the first field
He heard a voice, and around he reeled.
A worker stared at Lester and said, "Fellow worker,
Why are you salting my field?
But Lester, being quick,
claimed it a lucky charm. "It's to help you, so more growth it will yield!"
And his fib fooled the worker. Then he gave her a smile
So she went off to bed to rest for a while
Lester stumbled around in the dark, hoping not to get hurt
Then quickly sprinkled his salt in the dirt
When the workers awoke, he expected their shrieks
He was sure their sadness would reach its peak
But this sound wasn't the mournful cries.
That one would make when their crop dies.
Every worker in Big Farm, the tall and the small,
Cleaned up the salt and had a ball
Their fellow workers bought them lucky charms
Through the fields they ran, with them full in their arms
He hadn't stopped the harvesting, not one bit
They were thriving and happy, their harvests not hit
Then Lester's field sparkled like a jewel
And oh, how he felt like a fool
So he bought lucky charms for one worker, then two
And wouldn't you know it? Everything grew
He expanded his farm and bought decos so fancy
Why, it made him positively dancy
And now whenever those redheaded boys come around
Lester's the one to make sparkles abound.
Elf feet were sticking out from the hay.
Going to the fields to gather the corn,
there were reindeer jumping and chomping the corn.
I go to my bakery to fry dough on the griddle,
my recipes were made into holiday riddles.
The nursery is festive with lavender blooms,
what did those silly elves do to my broom?
I get on my horse and ride to the Nordic place,
fish for my Penguins, gather wood for the fire,
waiting for Santa, being good to aspire.
Chickens, kittens, piglets too,
Fish that swim down in the pond,
Ducklings quacking all day long.
All these animals you can see
If you go to the farm with me.
All around the barnyard
The animals are fast asleep.
Sleeping cows and horses,
Sleeping pigs and sheep.
Here comes the cocky rooster
To sound his daily alarm.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Wake up sleepy farm!"
Little hen
feathered and red
pecking round for scraps of bread.
Little goat
fierce and white
thinks his rope is much too tight.
Little calf
soft and shy
peeking out with one brown eye.
Little cat
black and lean
crouching so he won't be seen.
Little pig
muddy and stout
trying hard to wriggle out.
ere is the barn
(form a roof shape with your hands)
Where I like to go
(Walk in place)
It's as tall as a tree
(Point up overhead)
And cozy, you know
(Hug body with arms)
Here is the barn,
(Make a roof shape with your hands)
I'll go there with you
(Walk in place)
To pet a sweet lamb
(Pretend to pet a lamb)
And cuddle it, too!
(Pretend to hug a lamb)
Had a little rooster by the barnyard gate,
That little rooster was my playmate,
That little rooster went cock-a-doodle-doo,
Dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle dee doo.
Had a little cat by the barnyard gate,
That little cat was my playmate,
That little cat went meow, meow, meow,
That little rooster went cock-a -doodle -doo,
Dee doodle dee doodle dee doodle dee doo.
...dog went arf, arf, arf....
....duck went quack, quack, quack....
....pig went oink, oink, oink....
....sheep went baa, baa, baa....
....cow went moo, moo, moo....
....horse went neigh, neigh, neigh....
Sun is coming up
Farmer's out the door,
He will go to milk the cows,
And start his daily chores.
Sun is going down
Horse is in the stable,
All the fields are planted now,
Supper's on the table.
Scarecrow standing in the field
On a bright and sunny day,
Don't forget to do your job.
Scare the hungry crows away!
Known for its feather and wings and legs,
The chicken lays eggs and eggs and eggs!
Known for the comb atop its crown,
The chicken lays eggs of white and brown.
Known for its strut when taking a walk,
The chicken lays eggs! Ba-a-awk! Ba-a-awk!
Said the first little chicken,
With a strange little squirm,
"I wish I could find
A fat little worm."
Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug:
"I wish I could find
A fat little bug."
Said a third little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
"I wish I could find
A green little leaf!"
Said the fourth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
"I wish I could find
A wee gravel stone."
"Now, see here!" said the mother,
From the green garden patch,
"If you want any breakfast,
Just come here and scratch!"
The farm is in a flurry.
The rooster caught the flu.
His cock-a-doodle-doo
Has changed to cock-a doodle-choo!
How come a cow
Never says "Ow!"
Whenever there's milking to do?
It doesn't say "Ow!"
For it pleases the cow,
So instead, the cow says "Moo!"
Duck in the water, quack, quack, quack!
Soft, white feathers on your back, back, back!
Duck in the water, splash and splish!
Dip in your bill and catch those fish!
Duck out of water, walk on land.
Your webbed feet make it hard to stand!
Waddle with your family, waddle in a pack.
Duck out of water, quack, quack, quack!
What bearded animal helps on the farm?
The goat!
What friendly creature is loaded with charm?
The goat!
Who can produce both milk and wool?
The goat!
Who grows long horns like a bull?
The goat!
What creature can mow your lawn,
Eating the grass until it's gone?
What animal can you always count on?
The goat!
Who gallops swiftly down the lane,
Slowing to a trot when I pull the rein?
Who has a pony tail and a mane?
Of course - it's my horse!
Who loves to jump and leap and bound,
Stomping its hooves upon the ground?
Who likes to play and horse around?
Of course - it's my horse!
Who nibbles oats and piles of hay?
Who has a stable where to stay?
Who likes to whinny and just say "Neigh"?
Of course - it's my horse!
Cross a donkey
with a horse
And you'll end up with a mule,
Of course!
Behold the pig!
It's very big!
Its color pink
Is nice, I think!
Its tail's a beaut,
So curly cute!
And on the farm,
It oinks with charm!
Sheep are rather bashful,
Sheep are rather shy.
I asked a sheep the reason
but it wouldn't say why.
And finished!!
And Finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my heart melts for Bigfarm 'til the dusk of day.
The night Bigfarm when Bigfarm's away,
Bigfarm, Bigfarm 'til day's dawn.
Bigfarm beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til Bigfarm sees,
Bigfarm is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for Bigfarm to say "I do."
Never before had I seen such a mess
Chickens in need of a coop,
donkeys in need of a shed
The Captain forever asking for this or that
So I rolled up my sleeves and to work I did get
I built the coop, the shed and more
I filled the Captain's ship with all he desired
The farm is tidy, and the gourmet cookies are baking
But oh now there is a Viking in need of some shaking!
So off I go again, 30 days of snow and fishing
To help this poor Viking who skills were missing
It's nearly Christmas time now,
and the tree is adorned
As I wait for Santa to fly over the farms
His reindeer and sleigh not yet in site
without any snow I wonder
Just what will be his plight.
Soon Christmas will arrive
and I hope dear Santa
will leave on my farms
some useful charms.
I left him gourmet cookies
and pies of all kinds
and even some milk
fresh from my cows
in hopes these treats
will ensure great feats!
The bakery smells so good, the festive fruit cake is almost done,
the twins are excited to see the cheer, for they will have lots of fun,
The cows and the pigs are having a good time, hoping that cabbage will be the main course,
the donkeys and goats think the same thing, but hope that the barley is really the source,
The vikings are drinking while, George and Tessa are making a plan,
of festive ideas that inolve the the whole clan,
there is fun to be had by everyone, the shopping is done and the presents wrapped,
and all of the garbage has been scrapped,
the walls are all covered in bright colors, the candles are lit,
everyone is hoping that Christmas will come right quick.
The ducks in the ponds and the chicken in the yard
are saving their eggs to make the custard.
The snow starts to fall soft and slowly,
making the farm look very lowly,
The stars in the sky sparkle and shine
as the clan gets together for its Christmas time!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Santa, Oh Santa, what will you bring?
On Christmas morning when the church bells ring.
Will I have a new pig or a chicken or two
to throw in the pot for a Yuletide stew?
Can you come with a horse ranked at least 33?
Or come help me look when I have to find bees?
My olives are bare; need fertilizer too.
The dog ate the apples and stepped in cow poo.
My workers are unhappy, so bring lots of presents.
Maybe some new birds, perhaps pheasants?
I hate to be a worry, but you see I have needs
The greenhouse is vacant -- I must have new seeds!
The goats are out and we've sounded the alarm
They're running amok all over the farm!
Oh Santa, please help, I'm beyond hope.
When the ducks flew the coop, I forgot how to cope.
Santa we need you, every day of every year'
When we hear the sleigh, we're filled with good cheer.
So Santa, come quickly, before this gets old.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, BRING GOLD!!!
In Big Farm too..
With lots of goodies
comes Santa
Just for you..
Festive spirit is filled in here,
And I know it's within
the hearts of
the cheerful big farmers too..
Silver Bells ringing,
Santa Clause coming,
Snowflakes falling,
Yummy cakes baking,
Christmas trees sparkling,
Making a perfect Christmas,
for all the joyful farmers..
Cows go moooo..
Pigs go oink..
and the ducks in the duck coop go
Quack, Quack, Quack!!
We walk in the footsteps of
the great Vikings,
in the Nordic Lands,
Sparkling runestones we get,
to swap for great decorations
and seeds..
Well, let's enjoy this Christmas,
And make it a special one for all of us..
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
and christmas on Big Farm is full of lots of cheer.
I string up the lights upon all that I can,
And put up my christmas trees all, one hundred and ten.
Those naughty or nice boys come around,
so I buy gifts for my co-op to bring joy abound.
I head the the bakery to let my workers all know,
that like every christmas on Big farm there won't be any snow.
They ask to make a snowman,
so I saw we already have two,
but they say it's not enough, oh what will I do.
Then out of know where I have an idea,
we will go to the Island and build a snowman out of sand.
A snowman out of sand? I hear them all say,
yes, but we must hurry, cuz christmas is only 4 days away.
They look at me like I am crazy,
but I send them to the boat,
Captain Barnacle will take them to the Island,
at least, well, I hope.
I look at my list, to see what I still need to do,
But something is strange, this can't be right,
there is to much to be done before Chistmas Eve's night.
With all my workers away building sandmen,
I don't know what I'll do, I can't get this done without them.
I start to crazy,
oh what will I do,
I say to myself,
christmas is ruined and it's because of you.
But than, all of a sudden, I feel peace in my soul,
and I remember the real reason for this season and my heart feels whole.
It's not about all the lights on the trees,
or about all the presents you give you see.
It's about remembering the birth of our Lord, Jeuse Christ.
And that star that shined both day and night.
It's the greatest gift you'll ever receive,
when God sent his son to someday die for you and me.
So Christmas on Big Farm farm is full of lots of cheer,
but amid the hustle and bustle, don't forget to wish a happy birthday,
to the reason we are all here.
Have a Merry Christmas Everyone!
~Space~
There's a Big Farm game that's loads of fun.
In this game you have a coop with friends from everywhere.
So join with us and make a cheer.
There are Horses to train and Challenge.
Or a mission race co-op challenge.
So come on, bring on your game.
And move up the ladder to fame
O what a lovely Charm
But Ohh Daren
What about that Barn?
Where is the Cow?
And that Sow ?
Is that A Meow?
What next Now?
Is that A Peep,
From a Sheep?
Why won't it Leap?
Ohh its Asleep!
Next is the Hen,
Not in its Den,
Not near its Pen,
I may talk to Ken!
O Animals of Big Farm,
Why aint you in that Barn,
Ima have to ring the alarm,
This aint much ofa Christmas Charm.
But First lets check the apple trees,
Oh look there is Evas Beees!
I still am searching now on my Knees,
I nearly may hand up me barn-man Keys!
Has My Sight gone Wonkey,
Is it just me?
Or is that my Donkey,
Out at the Sea?
And is that my Duck?
Hes covered in muck!
Thats totaly yuck
It must be my Luck!
Look at that Boat
There is my Goat
With a yellow Coat
I must make note!
Why is my Hen
not in its Pen
Not among Men
But ina leamur Pen!?
And look at that Star,
Over the Bar
Beside the Car
Is my Pig named Larr!
Is that a Lama?
Or is it my horse
Eating a Banana?
Ohh it is my horse!
Now all is left is my Cow called King
Hes a devil for this sorta thing
Is that him chiling with the Viking?
Oh I think I could just Sing!!
All around the barn
The animals asleep.
Sleeping cows and horses,
Sleeping pigs and sheep.
Barn Man Is happy
And so should You
This Christmas be happy
Like them Pigs in Poo!!
All having Craic
This Christmas Time
Just reading Back
Hope yall like this rhyme
Hope Everyone Likes my Poem, I couldnt get to sleep last night so I pulled out Pen and Paper.
Happy Christmas & Farming
Andy
Ps. Craic means this in the poem - "Irish word, refers to good times, as well as scandal/gossip/goings on " (Definitely Not the Drug!)