I wish I could go along you but I do have a problem. I've got My (Soul!) but I find my (Damn Hoe!)
Poor X not only do I headsweat headsets Full time Era at X from knockin' Z's correct Next step's to count But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they Yeah they I think I'll check a shorter story Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these Sleepless nights, though I quite over-aged Yeah, I know the page
Ha-ha huh let's Book-marks the page And once upon an age in a far far land Lived farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course From Tom's black fence Tom peeps across to witness Sam's crop business Boomin' the big guy's, but get this Sam to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams He his to get a fence like Sam (yeah) 2 Sam view's the sight - What goes at over his picket white Slowly he peeks to see Bo plantin' potatoes with his brand new hoe Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', sweatin' Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, 'Bout his brand new hoe, Old D would say Sam's tricky The plot thickens, page 3
Top of the mornin', sun's up, are blue Once nothin then All knew this tool more than well Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head Well, clock says off to tend to his crop Time says Tom's off to mop Bo's up and at 'em, then one eye For something is not quite cipher "E-I-E-I-O!" Bo "Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my O woe is me, how will I ever plant Lay the fertilizer, dig up the Plus make true my desire To get a fence and trash the chicken wire?" By, uh, life gets hard When one hoe from one's garden