straw hat and old dirty hank

i tend the wheat field that makes your bread

i bind the sweet veal

pluck the hens that make your bed

mother nature & mother earth

are two of three women who dictate what i'm worth

i'm the farmer. i work in the fields all day

don't mean to alarm her

but i know it was meant to be this way

you cried a tear

i wiped it dry

i put you up upon a pedestal so high

if you should waiver

if you should sway

i'd catch you

spread my tiny wings and fly away

you signed your picture with an o and x

i bet you don't write love" each time you sign your cheques