I wish I was a big tractor that ploughed the vast farmlands
Roaring from my engine, carrying a man
Cutting up the fields all day, making everything clear
We are making all the land better for next year!
This poem was inspired by my three year old son Henry, who I heard singing alone this morning “I wish I was a big tractor” followed by some humming, this isn’t a song I know of, so I thought I would create a poem just for him, or maybe one day, it will turn into a children’s rhyme?
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