by Arthur Croker

Created on: February 23, 2009

A FARMERS LOT

Farmer Pat lives on his fertile land

With a goverment subsidy always to hand

Paid to avoid toil and graft

In his luxury farm house free from draft

Sing a song as he goes along

Here sa subsidy there a subsidy everywhere a subsidy

He pops out in the cold and rain

To count his newborn subsidies and then he pops

back home again

Waiting for the Postman to come his way

To reward him for being a farm every day

From monday to Subsidy

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