To my son Jack— May your days be filled with wonder, dirt under your nails, and joy in every growing thing. This story is yours, from the first sprout to the final harvest. Farmer Jack smiles, imagining adventures that await in every seed and every sunrise.

Farmer Jack rose with the morning sun, Pulled on his boots, ready for fun. He grabbed his old shovel from the tool shed, And stepped outside, looking forward to the day ahead.

He planted green cabbage—crisp, fresh, and round, But tiny little bugs crept up from the ground! The chickens came strutting with feathers all puffed, Pecking up bugs 'til the garden was fluffed!

Weeds tried to tangle the carrots and beans, But goats munched them up, keeping rows neat and clean. With bleats and with leaps, they pranced all day, Helping Farmer Jack keep the weeds away.

Sheep wandered in orchards, soft as a cloud, Munching on apples that tumbled down loud. They trimmed the tall grass with a gentle bite, Keeping the orchard sunny and bright.

Cows grazed on clover, their coats shining sleek, They gave creamy milk, fresh every week. With soft, gentle lowing and wide, patient eyes, They helped the young crops as time softly flies.

Bees buzzed through blossoms, from flower to tree, Spreading sweet pollen so fruit could be free. Without their soft humming, the blooms wouldn’t grow, So Farmer Jack cheered as their numbers did show.

Rabbits hopped softly where wild greens would sprawl, Nibbling the weeds by the old garden wall. They kept the beds tidy with leaps and with wiggle, Leaving Farmer Jack with a satisfied giggle.

Squirrels dashed quickly with nuts in their paws, Burying treasures without any pause. Sometimes their plantings grew tall and grand, Adding new trees to the wide, fertile land.

Ducks waddled down to the cool, muddy pond, Snapping up bugs as they splashed all around. Their quacks echoed merrily through morning mist, Helping Jack’s crops with a flick of the wrist.

Owls hooted softly when stars filled the sky, Chasing small pests as the nighttime crept by. With feathers so silent and eyes big and round, They guarded the farm when night came around.

Pigs snuffled and rooted for treats underground, Turning the earth and loosening the ground. Horses pulled wagons with strength and with grace, Helping Jack harvest at a tireless pace.

Dogs barked and bounded as dusk settled in, Guiding the flock with a wag and a grin. With all of his friends, Jack finished his day, Thankful for teamwork in every way.