Farmyard Friends

In the morning light, on the farm we wake,

With smiles so bright, it's a dream we make.

Boo the bulldog, barking at the sheep,

Jake and Rupert, keeping the herd in keep.

Boo the British bulldog, stout and so proud,

Running through the fields, barking out loud.

With a wag of his tail and a heart full of cheer,

He's the guardian of the farm, always near.

Under the sun, where the daisies grow,

We’ll gather our friends, let the good times flow.

With laughter and stories, by the old oak tree,

A family of animals, so wild and free.

Oh, guide me home to the barn where we play,

With Boo and Jake, oh, what a sunny day.

Rupert the bull with his gentle might,

Together we thrive, hearts glowing bright.

Jake Gelvin the horse, with a spirit so bold,

Galloping through pastures, a sight to behold.

His mane in the wind, he charges ahead,

With a leap and a whinny, joyfully spread.

On a summer’s eve, when the stars appear,

We’ll dance with the fireflies, without any fear.

Boo, Jake, and Rupert, a triumphant crew,

In the heart of the farm, every day feels new.

Oh, guide me home to the barn where we play,

With Boo and Jake, oh, what a sunny day.

Rupert the bull with his gentle might,

Together we thrive, hearts glowing bright.

Whispers of nature, like a soothing song,

In the fields we wander, where we all belong.

With the hoot of an owl and the croak of a frog,

Bonds that we cherish, in the morning fog.

So here's to the farm, where memories grow,

With Boo and with friends, love’s all that we know.

In fields full of laughter, under skies so blue,

Forever together, me and you.