Small, round

Flying, chirping, pooping 

Feathers falling everywhere

Cockatiels 

When the birds were chirping and all was fine 

Mr. Johnson worked on his farm all night and through the day 

And standing in the middle of his field was his scarecrow

He spent many days and nights on his farm 

Hoping that one day all his hard work will pay off

Mr. Johnson did not have much help in the farm 

The only help he had was his scarecrow. 

Many years passed and it was Mr. Johnson's last day on the farm 

For he was getting old and it was time to let go

The new owners planned to clean up the whole farm and start a new one 

Mr. Johnson agreed but he said one thing 

“In the middle of the farm you must keep one thing, and that one thing is my scarecrow, standing in the rain.¨

You walked up to me and took me home 

We drove 20 miles just to be warm 

And when we got home you gave me a hug 

You took me to my bed and tucked me in 

You gave me some water to calm down 

You turned off the lights and said goodnight 

As I fell asleep safe and sound. 

His name was Sam 

 

He walked on the beach and found a can 

He put the can on the sand 

Then he said ¨man oh man!¨ 

I like to play them when it is hot. 

I like to play them when there's rain 

I like to play them on a train!

I sleeping in day

I sleep in the car

I sleep in a train 

I sleep in my bed 

I sleep all the time 

Sleeping is my thing