So to old farmers meet at the crossroads
“good morning Cyrus”
‘good morning Ephriham’
“how are you?”
‘good, good, hows your Corn?’
“I got problems, the children they park their cars in the fields in the corn rows and they throw out beer cans, condoms and chewing gum wrappers, they are ruining the crop!!
How’ your Wheat?”
‘****ed Flat’