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The song that I'm to sing to you Remembers the ole John Deere That spent a night in a hay field With the forest at it's rear. The poplar leaves were golden The air was filled with hay. The rancher's throat was dry The tractors coat was grey. And when the"Deere" coughed out:"I'm dry", The rancher headed home. Gas up tomorrow, just for one night He'd leave the Deere alone. The rancher greeted the next day With words I cannot say. The paper told the countryside The"wrong deere has died'. |