The farmers now should all adornA few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.
For it doth make best ensilage,
For those in dairying
It makes the milk in streams to flow,
Where dairymen have a good silo.
The cow is a happy roverO'er the fields of blooming clover,
Of it she is a fond lover,
And it makes the milk pails run over.
