Our farmer,

blue tractor revvin’

furrows be thy game.

You’re now a bum

had to sell your earth

to the bank manager, Kevin.

Your wheat is the way

we get out bread,

and you give cows their grasses

with so much GM that it taints us.

Trees are all gone now damnation!

and the silos full of weevils,

but you do your thing son,

the flour? not a worry!

Genetics such clever

Farming.

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