Farming
Some things are a given
When you work upon the land
You can always guarantee
Things will not go to plan
The minute you're in charge
And everyone has gone away
A problem will crop up
Promptly ruining your day
You go out to see the cattle
Checking their welfare
And find the electric fence is off
And the paddock is now bare
Have they gone down in the bush?
No the problem is worse, of course
They're over at the neighbours -
Up a gully in the bloody gorse
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