When farmers go out to farm,

And farmers' wives swarm the kitchen,

And cook for hours til it's done,

And the sun shines all day

While the farmers make their hay,

And now, it's finally going down,

And no sign of the farmers,

"Cook a good meal,

Sit down and eat it," my grandma would say,

And we kids would come in

From a hard day of playing

And sit and eat with her.

-jenn