The garden needs tending an’ the grass is long,
Barn chores are waiting and the sun’s almost gone.
Chickens are hollerin’ and lookin’ for their scratch,
Still ain’t cleaned the brooder from yesterday’s hatch.
The wind is howling an’ the dust makes it hard to see,
A flock of pigeons scatter for shelter in a nearby tree.
Startled by my burro runnin’ away with the hose,
The pony spooks an’ trips on his way too long toes.
I throw the hay an’ fill the drinkers full,
Rushin’ all my chores like an angry ol’ bull.
The sky is a purplish gray with a swirl of red,
I race for the house just glad everybody is fed.
The dogs hover their dishes with eager licks,
I’m clatterin’ pots rushin’ with a supper still to fix.
Laundry is piled high but there’s no time for that,
This time tomorrow I’ll be naked wearin’ only a hat.