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.