I bought a farm
Which was run down.
It was fifty miles
To the nearest town.
I ploughed the ground
And planted the seeds,
Watered the plants,
And tore out the weeds.
With water levels low,
In the tank,
New artesian wells
Into the ground
I sank.
Some rain was needed
For the crop,
But there wasn’t even
One small drop.
I waited, waited,
For the rain,
And finally
One day it came.
It rained non-stop,
Every day,
Washing all
The crops away!
Then the bushfires started
And the barn burnt down.
I quit the farm
And headed for town.
A bakery shop in the town,
I now run,
And dough I am making
By the ton.
