The Windmill

This is where I spent my summers
Grandma and Grandpas old farm,
I would climb into my castle and rule the farm,
My loyal subjects being the cows and sheep,
A tiara made out of hay was the perfect accessory
The arms of the windmill served as a moat keeping monsters and little brothers away,
 My fairy Grandmother would sound the dinner trumpets
My royal stage coach was green from the designer John Deer
The court chester gave shows of scaring away the crows,
To where the gates end was my kingdom.