A little rhyme about the one who grew up in a field
Oh where did you come from, oh what did it yield
A patch of alfalfa surrounded by wheat
Surrounded by insects, her friends in the heat
Her neighbours were spotted but just twice a year
She sat with her friends, with little to fear
The occasional cat or bird by her side
Nothing around and nothing inside
This is the story of the girl from the field
Oh how was she raised, oh what did she yield

Stories galore, a storyteller inside
And smart as a whip, no distractions to hide
She grew up an artist, a smart one at that
A 4.0 brain, would you just look at that
She’s honest and brave, and personable too
Who would have thought, that the field would yield you

KatieLynne