Agrarian Job Security
An itinerant field hand named Boyd
Excelled at a job that he really enjoyed.
But the skills he used when in close quarters
With farmers, wives, and sons, and daughters
Were the principal ones that kept Boyd employed.
Now he had a twin brother named Floyd
Whose sexual bent oftentimes annoyed Boyd.
But he forgave his bro's trespasses,
'cause since he much preferred the lasses,
Boyd was glad when dads and lads toyed with Floyd.
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