Weiners and Farm Status

Sing along, to that famous tune   I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Weiner. 

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

'Coz that's what I truly want to be

Now that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

Other people pay my taxes for me.

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

Grateful for spare time on my hands

Land's always bare, but farmable they care

All throughout the community's lands

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

Cows get a block to lick and muddy dirt

Tho' it's all so draining to me

Creating farm receipts is such hard work

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

No mowers and equipment in the yard to see

No barn or shop, or ladders needed

My buddy's here now, trading a farm receipt with me

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

Condoned by politicians in the land

Friend's hay I've apparently bought

Tho' all his hay remains in his hand

I'm glad that I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

Jingling pockets heavy with my money

Readying the motorhome was tough

She said "let's go south for winter, honey"

And maybe more than 6 months we'll stay

Coz there's nothing to do around here anyway

Since I'm a rent-a-cow farmer

         Anonymous

"...and I'm the shepherd," offers Kia.