Baby Kazaazy went to the farm,
It was a nice little farm with a nice farmy charm.
He liked the farmy farm because it was fun
In all kinds of weather, whether splishy splashy rain or bright bright sun.
The itty bitty grass was fun to eat,
And the merry-go-flowers made a neat sweet treat.
He frolicked and romped with the farm's little petpets,
But he had to watch out for those pesky petpets' petpetpets.
Around the clovers buzzed bright fuzzy-buzzy bees,
They scooped up sweet pollen on their little black knees.