ACROSS THE FIELDS OF GOLDEN CORN
LAY THE MISTY DEW OF A SUMMERS MORN
YOUNG BIRDS START TO SING THEIR SWEET LULLABY
THE AIR IS FULL OF PRETTY BUTTERFLIES
THE WARMTH FROM THE SUN BRINGS FORTH THE FLOWERS BLOOM
OUTSTRETCHED PETALS AWAKEN FROM THE GLOOM
RABBITS NOSES TWITCH AND SMELL THE BREEZE
ALWAYS ON GUARD FOR ANY TROUBLE TO SEE
PEACE AND TRANQUILITY LAYS ACROSS THIS GREAT LAND
GIVEN TO US BY GODS GRACIOUS HAND
APPRECIATE MOTHER NATURE AND ALL SHE GIVES
IT WAS PRESENTED TO US AS A GIFT
SO STOP AND SPARE A THOUGHT FOR THE BEAUTY AROUND
FOR IT COULD BE LOST FOREVER AND NEVER AGAIN FOUND.....