Little boy blue,That's because when I went out this morning to do chores, I saw the cows in the corn. Whee.
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack,
Here's Pixie near the raspberries.
And a bunch more culprits in the orchard.
The source of this mayhem, it turns out, is a gate the enterprising cows managed to lift off its hinges. Wheee.
In the absence of that lazy blue kid, I did the next available thing: roused both Don and Younger Daughter out of bed to round everyone up and shoo them out of the garden.
Grunt. Welcome to spring.