Intro
[i wish i could go along with you but i do have a problem. iand've got
My (soul!) but i canand't find my (damn hoe!)]
Verse 1
Poor x not only do i headsweat from headsets
Full time era come at x from knockinand' zand's correct
Next stepand's to count sheep
But too many sheep ainand't jumpinand' hurdles they sleep
Yeah they sleep i think iand'll check a shorter story
Title: boand's hoe soundand's boring perfect for these
Sleepless nights, though i feel quite over-aged
Yeah, i know...turn the page
Verse 2
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[ha-ha huh...letand's begin!]
Book-marks the first page
And reads once upon an age in a far far land
Lived three farmers, tom, sam and bo of course
From behind tomand's black fence tom peeps across
Just to witness samand's crop business
Boominand' like the big guyand's, but get this
Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor tom crams
He sold his to get a fence like sam (yeah)
Page 2: sam viewand's the sight -
What goes at boand's over his picket white
Slowly he peeks only to see bo plantinand'
Sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe
Bo sees sam butand's not frettinand', more sweatinand'
Thinkinand' about steppinand' to the crib, forgettinand'
and'bout his brand new hoe, old mickey d would say samand's tricky
The plot thickens, onto page 3...
Verse 3
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Top of the morninand', sunand's up, skies are blue
Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo
All three knew this tool more than well
Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells
Well, clock says samand's off to tend to his crop
Time says farmer tomand's off to mop
Boand's up and at and'em, then twitches one eye
For something here is not quite cipher
andquot;e-i-e-i-o!andquot; screamed bo
andquot;left on my lawn, now itand's gone, whereand's my hoe?
O woe is me, how will i ever plant seeds
Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
Plus make true my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?andquot;
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one hoe goes from oneand's garden
Verse 4
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Page 4: little bo weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then little bo peeped
Through a hole in samand's six foot fence
Where sam was seen plantinand' tall and short pea plants
Hence the moral of the fable:
Always keep a boring book on your night table
A tom is not able
But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard
Cuz with no hoe itand's hard
