The farmer was defeated, he leaned against a gate
He’d known the harvest would be poor the crop was sown too late
The fertiliser too was wrong and that had caused a panic,
He’d used a super phosphate when he should have stayed organic.
A dry spell in the early spring along with March winds blowing
Had turned the land to desert dust and stopped the crop from growing
When at last the rain arrived it turned into a flood
Turning desert dried up fields into a sea of mud
The July sun did not arrive, the harvest was disaster
He cursed his men and whipped the mare to drive the creature faster
Yet all along things had gone wrong, the moral here of course is
You can’t improve a harvest cursing men and whipping horses
A bad upset can happen when you leave things just to chance
So cover all your options think them all through in advance
It’s therefore worth remembering advice that you’ve just read
If you want things to turn out well, then try to plan ahead
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