Show Cry of the City Man Oh Id like to bo a farmer f When the aummertimo so gay I Comes around with fragrant odors Of tho pumpkin and the hay mIn m-In the field Id like to follow In tho furrOw long and straight As I picked the nodding cabbage lAs l-As 1 dug the toothsome ate I would cut tho watermelon I From tho watermelon tree And the corn from off the bushes I would gather glocfulco Oh tho joy of reaching deftly For the apple on the vine And of rooting sweet potatoes From the swoct potato vine I would liko I to be a farmer In tho country ovono fresh And go winning with a winnow And go threshing with a thresh Where the gentle cauliflower Sends Its fragrance from the trees And the odor of the sweotbreathcd Klnc Is wafted on the breeze Where the squash grows In tho hedges I would Ito to go and Jay And Just live In sweet contentment l tho blesacil livelong day And Id flsh and hunt and frolic And Id shout and run and climb I I only were n farmer With a farmers easy time Baltimore News Balmoro |