He could see the sun rise and the early crows fly
As he stood in his field of wheat
A bundle of straw & tattered old rags
Black boots filled with 'King Edwards' for feet
A shabby old hat with it's weather beaten brim
His cheery expression means there's no flies on him
Come rain or shine he tends the field for farmer jack
'so would you', said he, 'with this pole up your back!'
'I could curse my Grandad for giving me a brain
'cause I can't plead ignorance if the crop's gone again!
But when I get tired I collapse & relax
No worries for me about mortgage & tax!'
'But those rotten kids on bonfire night
They strapped me to a rocket & set me alight
Thanks to the Fire Brigade's huffing & puffing
They put out my guts & replaced my stuffing!'
'Now when the sun sinks down & the birds feather their nest
To quench my thirst a cool lager is best
No, I'm not bitter about country life
Far from the meddling crowds & no nagging wife'
'It's an ever changing backdrop stood in this field
Watching the farmer bring in his yield
For though it may reek of cowpats & dung
sweet is the morning when the dawn chorus is sung'
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