There are goats on my back seat
A rabbit in my lap
Lambs on the parcel tray
But the floor’s covered in crap.
There’s a guinea pig in the glovebox
A piggy in the boot
The rooster’s on my steering wheel
So I never need to toot.
We’ve all got our seat belts on
So we’ll never come to harm
We’re all off to Kristy’s place
Down at Serenity Farm.
A poem I did for my friend and neighbour Kristie who runs a baby animals farm, and loosely based on truth. :)
Perhaps also refer to this which is also based on a little incident while cleaning out the same car!