I thought I’d relax in the sun for a while,
Just soak up some rays, be off guard, chill and smile,
The cows have all gone from just over my fence…
No reason for me to be watchful and tense.

They’re always so curious, I’ll have you know,
Keep sticking their heads through where heads shouldn’t go,
There’s holes in the hedges where they watch and moo…
So I watch them back… well, what else can I do?

The crows are all busy, the pigeons have flown,
The sparrows and robins? Their chicks have all grown.
For once I am left with no guarding to do…
Perhaps I should dig for a bone I could chew?

I’m settled all peacefully, planning my day,
But strange smells and noises are coming my way…
There’s men in my field using sticks to hit balls!
I get to my feet, ‘cause I know duty calls.

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