The Farmer

Lived a man on scholared rhodes Wondrous Asterik? Never asked for buttered rolls Fancied droll I do believe it was on Monday, When he came to town He beared a surplus From his Harvest ground Turnips squash and orange Colors Faded He knew of no one Related You'd never really know, What he's gonna do You'd never really see, What he's going through Give it a couple years It could be you too. So if you see him in the fairground, Don't turn around He wields a pockets full of mumbles Worn and brown You buy his legume seeds and others for the town His shops are hidden guarded secret Underground The man he came From round the hills His eyes were full of fire He had to sell his forest wares It was his one desire To the depths of town he crawled To grow his small empire A woman came and bartered for He was the great denier His wall is antique full of creases Holding down He fought a pirate fleet in secret None around He reads the farmgrounds dreaded spirit Seasons call The scarecrow rids him of his leases 12 feet tall The Farmer leads a life of isolation Among the hills he finds desolate salvation Turning soil and earth into his creation Flowered fields of grass and vegetation They emulate His reservation...