the drought had taken a toll
on the farmers bank accounts
no longer could they shell out
the cash for bills that did surmount

a failure of crops had them in tears
they'd worked like Trojans for the whole year
disappointment was in their hearts
no wheat or barley to fill their market carts

so sad to see this situation so very forlorn
dead were the golden ears of corn
no more plantings could the farmers afford
the banks and drought had put them to the sword