Their Plans Did Not Mesh

Way back in September of nineteen-forty-nine Farmer Jake fell off his tractor in a field of columbine He remained calm, quiet, and sanguine Impressing a newcomer named Clementine She was wonderful, with sharp touches of refine Farmer said to himself “I shall make her mine” He was ninety-four, while she was not twenty-nine This did not discourage him or his plan so fine Jake invited Clementine on the avenue to dine They had fancy foods, and tasty white French wine She asked him about his green and yellow John Deere combine For she was determined to learn how to convert hay into twine He toasted her with an intricate hand-painted Germany stein His optimistic fantasy he had to quickly resign After he learned of her determined future outline She was moving to France to farm near the Rhine