We're happy farmers, with dirt on our hands,
Working the land, fulfilling our plans.
From dawn until dusk, we toil and sweat,
But we wouldn't have it any other way, you can bet.
We plant the seeds, and watch them grow,
Nurturing each one, so they'll thrive and glow.
The sun and the rain, they do their part,
And soon enough, we'll have a bountiful harvest.
We tend to our animals, with love and care,
Making sure they're healthy, and have enough to share.
The cows, the pigs, the chickens and sheep,
All happy and content, in their home so deep.
We're happy farmers, with a passion for life,
Working the land, free from strife.
For there's nothing quite like the feeling we get,
When we see the fruits of our labor, and we're filled with content.
So here's to the farmers, who work the land,
With dirt on their hands, and a heart so grand.
For they're the ones who feed us all,
And we're grateful for their hard work, big and small.
