The Foolish Farmer
Ty Ty Walden, what are we to do with you?
Your farm has steadily decreased in value.
People think you are a fool and not a bit funny.
You are not growing crops that would make you money.
Ty Ty, what about this foolish endeavor?
It is that buried gold you are digging to discover.
Your grandfather’s fortune is what you are hoping to see.
There are more unsightly holes all over your property.
Gold fever it seems has enveloped you still.
You even imprisoned an albino against his will.
The town is too dependent on the operation of the mill.
The closing has the population up in arms.
Son-in-law Will is enticed by Griselda’s charms.
Your troubles are compounding into a plethora.
How can you survive in those backwoods of Georgia?
Based on the novel "God's Little Acre" by the late Erskine Caldwell
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