Agricola
Early to bed early to rise
out standing in his field
good farmer Brown never stops
from dawn to dusk
rotating his crops
hoping it will bear a fruitful yield
when he brings the harvest in
tho' full of crows which do most harm
it's enough to make one's head spin
but that's how life goes down on the farm
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