THE FARMER’S SONG.
A Motion Game.
As over the field the farmer goes,
And grain by grain he sows in the rows,
He sings and shouts, Oh, you crows, you crows,
Keep away from my rows, away from my rows.
This is the way the glad farmer reaps
His wheat, and when it is bunched he keeps
An eye on all his workers around,
And laughs at their faces, merry and round.