Let the wealthy and great,
Roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not i declare it,
I eat my own lamb,
My chickens and ham,
I shear my own fleece and i wear it,
I have lawns,I have bowers,
I have fruits,I have flowers,
The lark is my morning alarmer,
So joyful boy's now,
Here's god speed the plough,
Long life and success to the farmer!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Time to spare. So what do i do with it.
Don't these dogs realise how lucky they are ? I wouldnt let just anyone wear my wellies.