High on'a farm,
make a needle biscuits
water-up sits creek
jostle potatoes,
pan-pot boiling
-with carrot cake.
Purple sky,
tractor runnin'
time of day,
sun low.
E'er body say,
"Why dou'a on'a farm?"
entered-dat du da future;
not Ford'ed fields.
Face it dou'a future,
"Dat future know it's place." *
*Sweet devils singin' to me,
sweetened tongue a' beautiful place. . .
*"E'erthing set in place, ***** wit I say,
-dinner on-ma tray."* *