From the Barn Yard...
From the barn yard to the kitchen table...
How many hands has passed through...
To get to the kitchen...and into you...
From start to finish...I wonder if anyone counted this...
Or if hands rarely are involved at all...
For in the age of machine...what pucks...
Picks...shakes...Rolls...cleans...right to your door...
Not many hands...that's for sure...
Imagine that...from the bard yard...to the store...
Your hands are the last...to touch...this one...
Or are you sure...kids about...how about the other...
Have their hands helped...to add to the taste...
Well it's on the table now...not on the floor...
From the barn yard to the kitchen table...
What more can you ask for...
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