Grains of hope we've planted
In dirt and in manure
We're expecting a bumper crop
Of pure cauliflower
Well maybe next year
Cause our hope has gone to seed
And this patch of watermelon has got a bad disease
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And there will be no april showers
No cauliflowers
No melons, no broccoli
Just a harvest of folly
For farmer melancholy
Gone are the days of green
And the plowman's pride
His wife has left him alone
Now there's no one by his side
So why, tell me why
Has this farmer stopped his caring?
His land has grown tired
And his heart is sad and barren
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