Life of a Farmer

Agriculture is my life, Sun up to sun down I be looking for my wife. A good girl willing to learn, what it takes to run a butter churn. I fill up my cup full of morning jo, before I hear that cock crow. Plow that field full of dirt, wear that dirty dirty shirt. Plant that seed, pick every weed. Pray like hell, I will have corn to shell. Sun going down , my clothes are filthy brown. Eat my supper of roast beef, knowing this meal started from a leaf. Lay my head down to rest, knowing that I gave my very very best.