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The Happy Farmer

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This farm where I live
It’s poor and it’s small
But I’d rather live here
Than on no farm at all.

So here’s where I live
With my cow and my hens,
In a tumbledown barn
And these rickety pens.

It’s true I work hard
And the weeds they grow big,
They smothered my corn
And starved my poor pig.

This shiftless old barn
Had a sieve for a roof—
That the world it ain’t perfect
My farm is the proof.

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This farm where I live
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Music for Seven Poems (1958).
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Poem 1 in the Music for Seven Poems sequence.