Monday, 11 June 2012

Running the vines

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song

Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.

Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!

Gapsted Vineyard, outside Myrtleford, Victoria. Take a bow, Flanagan & Allen.


Carole M. said...

waiting manicured for new growth, next harvest

PerthDailyPhoto said...

Oh no not rabbit pie..that's just horrible..ruuuuuuuun!How beautiful the rows of vines look in their winter starkness!

Steffe said...

I need to buy me some red wine.

diane b said...

They look sad in winter. The ones I saw recently in the Napa Valley, California were full of their new spring finery. Now you've got me singing that song in my head for the rest of the night.

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Cloudy said...

In wine there is truth, but mostly just buried...

Servus and have a nice day

brattcat said...

oh, my
says i,

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, break my heart, Julie. We have wild rabbits around here, and we let them be. Even Lindy ignores them when she's out for a walk. Mind you, they don't come into our back yard any more, as they did before we got a dog.

Julie said...

Kay, this is a take-off of a Tourism Victoria advert for the Yarra Valley wine region. No bunnies were harmed in the making of this post!

Joan Elizabeth said...

I have been preparing my Mudgee post this evening and have vineyards taken in the summer time when in leaf. I like them better that way.

Rae Walter said...

How about a verse to chase crows away Julie!