Need some soy? A little soy?
So bring harrows out, yes do!
And start reaming out the farmland
After plows have broke it new
Row of three? Or row of two?
These tines so swell make more than six!
So do tour it roun' the meadow
But avoid those little creeks

Throw some dung, scoring rows because you've
Little harrows to dig and to groove
You're tilling in loam again
Tilling in loam again

Little harrows are imposing
Little harrows bear such flare
When you have earth you'll need
Those little harrows everywhere
Little harrows - implements that slice
And ditch and dice demesne
Little harrows fragment every cloddy
Lets you sow the grain!

(Sow sow sow the grain)

Oxen dun, or some are pied
To dig and delve and root, they do
Must shoo chooks out the pasture
Lest the harrows mow them through
You must see there's no mishap
Ill-fated toes and feet are risks
Still you love those little harrows
When they whirl their little discs

Wear some worn overalls that are blue
Hitch the harrows to beasts that do moo
You're tilling in loam again
Tilling in loam again

Little harrows numbers growing
Little harrows plowed in pairs
When viewed above you'll spy
There's little harrows everywhere
Little harrows that will split the grass
On it, our crops depend
Little harrows that are neat, not shoddy
Every plowman's zen!

When you're done, pour a re-freshing brew
Made from harrow-ish barley that grew
You're tilling in loam again
Tilling in loam again

Little harrows that are probing
Little harrows, soils a-bare
So work those hoes, then hose
Those rows of harrows over there
Little harrows dug from back to front
Emits at once, a calm
Little harrows render agriculture
Plenty avant-farme!

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