Bingham Bulletin | 1920-04-01 | Page 4 | Why He Left the Farm

WHY HE LEFT THE FARM Why did you leave the farm, my lad? Why did you bolt and leave your dad? Why did you beat it off to town And turn your poor old father down? Thinkers of platform, pulpit and press Are wallowing in deep distress; They seek to know the hidden cause Why farmer boys desert their pas. Well, stranger, since you've been so frank, I'll roll aside the hazy bank. I left my dad, his farm, his plow, Because my calf became his cow. I left my dad, 'twas wrong, of course, Because my colt became his horse. I left my dad to sow and reap I Because my lamb became his sheep. I dropped the hoe and stuck the fork Because my pig became 1i is pork.. The garden truck that I made grow Was his to sell but mine to hot. It's not the smoke in the atmosphere, Nor the taste for life that brought me here. j Please tell the platform, pulpit, press, Nt fear of toil nor love of dress: Is driving off the armer lads; It's just the method of their dads I Author not known. i