A Joyful Sunday !
Mr. Brown is in the garden,
busy in mowing the lawn.
He is now joined by little Jim,
his seven year old son.
Jim takes out the weeds,
Dad watches - feels good,
Mrs. Brown waters the plants,
She is in a jovial mood.
Janet, their youngest daughter,
is in the garden too!
With her hand gloves on
she finds some work to do.
She puts the weeds in a basket,
with her tiny soft hands,
Daddy comes, takes a look,
happily there he stands.
Their very dear kitten arrives,
wonders what’s going on!
She looks quite happy too
as she rolls on the lawn.
Mum returns to the kitchen,
the kitten watches, makes a run.
Food is served, she starts to eat,
wagging her tail with fun.
Garden work gets a momentum
with three of them being busy.
With helping hands of children
work today has been easy.
All work is complete now,
the garden is looking so clean!
They have smiles on their faces ,
the lawn is looking lush green.
They get home, have their lunch,
the meal is delicious to taste.
Later, all of them sit on the couch
to have chat and take some rest.
Jim and Janet tell their parents
that every Sunday henceforth,
they will help keep the garden tidy
and it is certainly their oath.
Parents smile, they are happy,
plan to give the children a treat.
They would take them out for dinner
in a restaurant down the street.
The children hear about the plan,
they dance with utter delight.
They feel everyday should be like a Sunday
and that would indeed be so right!
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