Lava is flowing and glowing,

Rocks are tumbling and crumbling,

A volcano has come into my backyard,

My tulips are red, along its my roses.

Oh no! Goodbye tulip called Poses.

I guess this one is alright, but this is not the original. I'm still trying to find it.

 Sheep are prancing, cows are dancing,

The cat is purring, the pigs are stirring,

Chickens are singing and pinging, (in a game of ping pong)

That is the end of my poem.

This is one of my better and more happy poems, and it was maybe a little to straightforward at the end.

 Some are dancing,

Some are prancing,

Others are purring,

Others are stirring,

Some are hot,

Others are as hot as a pot!

I meant the pot to be a hot pot, but oh well. A lot of hard work went into it!