I am a Trak-Trak-Tractor,
a red tractor.
The farm is my world,
but I prefer to go out to the field.

In spring I grab the plow
and drive it to the field.
I plow the whole field,
because I like it.
The seed drill attached,
we're off again.
And soon small plants grow
from the seeds.

I am a Trak-Trak-Tractor,
a red tractor.
The farm is my world,
but I prefer to go out to the field.

This summer I have the mower
really brand new.
And when the grass is dried,
it's also called hay.
The big loading wagon
collects all of it.
In the farm in the barn
the animals are already looking forward to it.

The combine harvester then comes in autumn
out to the golden cornfield.
It loads the grain onto me
and I bring it home.
With a big press
straw bales are made.
And on the big wagon
brought home to the barn.

I am a Trak-Trak-Tractor,
a red tractor.
The farm is my world,
but I prefer to go out to the field.

But well hidden in the cornfield
is a hole of mud and dirt.
The combine harvester is now stuck there
and can't move.
But I have an idea!

I howl with my Mo-Mo-Motor,
drive with the rope forward.
I hook it up and then pull it
out of the mud, so it can continue threshing.

In winter we then fell a tree
in our forest.
I bring the wood to the farm,
so we never get cold.
And after the work is done
the farmer rests,
but I grab my snow plow
and quickly go out to clear.

I am a Trak-Trak-Tractor,
a red tractor.
The farm is my world,
but I prefer to go out to the field.

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