Little Charlie was surrounded
By the sounds that nature made
He sat listening quite astounded
In the shadows of the shade
He was left there in his buggy
By his folks to take a nap
The air was still, hot and muggy
As he fiddled with his strap
Way up above a squirrel gnawed
On some acorns in the tree
Across the field donkeys hee-hawed
Too far off for him to see
Bullfrogs were croaking in rhythm
To the cows familiar moo
Without his parents there with him
Charlie knew not what to do
So he focused on the chorus
Of pigs oinking in their pen
And he watched an old, slow tortoise
As it passed by mother hen
Then he heard the Collie barking
At a cat chasing a mouse
And an old Ford pickup parking
In the driveway by the house
But on that farm there is a way
With a baa - baa from the sheep
And a periodic horse's neigh
That will lull children to sleep
And so did Charlie take his nap
To the sounds that nature made
Nestled snuggly by his strap
In the shadows of the shade
