Farm Collector

SONG OF THE IRON MEN

R. D. 1, Kearney, Missouri

He toils and moils from sun to sun; he never knows when work is
done; his schedule keeps him on the run, this farmer.

He has no time to hunt or fish, it is in vain for him to wish,
to travel slower than a S-W-I-S-H, this pokey farmer.

Just wait ’til he stops working hard, plays golf, and has a
Union card: the world will then with awe regard, this low-down
farmer. E. F.

  • Published on Sep 1, 1954
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