Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table
near the large bay window
not noticing the icicles against the windowpane
Tommy Jones eagerly gulps his steaming oatmeal sprinkled with brown sugar
laden with rich cream, thanks to Daisy the cow who grazes in the pasture just beyond
Tommy wants to ride Horace, his favorite horse
who's grazing with Daisy in the pasture just beyond

Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
unsettled by the icicles against the windowpane
Mamma Jones uneasily tries one bite of her steaming oatmeal
The waves of nausea set in
Her swollen body is laden with the unborn child within
who sometimes sleeps and sometimes bleeds.
The doctor says she must stay off her feet to stop the hemmoraging
But to pay the doctor she must help work the farm and milk Daisy the cow
who grazes in the pasture just beyond
Mama Jones prays that the unborn child inside who struggles to survive
will safely keep and soon become a lusty newborn kicking and alive
then sleep soundly within the comfort of her arms safe from harm.

Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
unfazed by the icicles against the windowpane
Farmer Jones steadfastly eats his steaming oatmeal.
Every bite is laden with hopes and dreams for his family
He gazes out the large bay window at Daisy the cow
who grazes in the pasture just beyond
He wills Daisy and her family to produce enough milk to keep the farm
and the barn and the farm animals in the barn well fed and safe from harm
to keep the old farmhouse and the Jones family safely inside the old farmhouse
eating their steaming oatmeal 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
despite the icicles against the windowpane
to keep Tommy riding atop Horace, his favorite horse, every morning of his life
to keep Pete the farm worker working the farm so as to keep Mamma Jones off her feet
To keep paying the doctor to keep the unborn child inside alive and safe from harm
so that Momma Jones may soon hold a nestling newborn in her arms
A tough order to fill? Yes, it is true.
But fill it she will. Daisy, they're counting on you.

Outside the old farmhouse far beyond the old oak table and the large bay window
just beyond the pasture just beyond
within the deep bare branches of a tree
A Red Robin cheeps. The night owl sleeps
The morning sun seeps through melting the surrounding icicles
making the tree branches warm and dry
making the bay window sunny and bright.
A new day has begun Take heart everyone!