The cows have overrun the field, making the carrots juice.
A band of gypsies in the trees have cut the apples loose.
And morning finds the farmer in the dirt down on his knees.
He’s trying to find the culprit who has killed his precious peas.
Bleeding agriculture comes as something of a shock.
It is the leading reason all the farms are now in hock.
There’s your major bleeders like the grape and the tomato.
Then there’s those that scar to death like turnips or potato.
It’s no wonder Cesar Chavez leapt the leap eternal,
watching corn, battered and torn, surrender its last kernel.