“I weep for you,” Obama said. “I deeply sympathize.”
And with sobs and tears he sorted out those of larger size,
holding his pocket hanker-chief before his streaming eyes.
“O farmers”, said the Moochelle then,
“You’ve had a pleasant run...
Shall we be going home again?”
But answer came there none.
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d shut down every one.