Kids Poems Features
Haying Time
In haying time I like to go Down in the field to play; I just pretend that I’m in bed And lie down on the hay; The fleecy clouds above me look Like moving flocks of sheep; And then I play that I’m Boy Blue, And just go fast asleep.
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