Old Jed lives in a backwoods farm <br />he does all right he ain't no harm <br />he buys and sells and lends and shares <br />everything he needs is on the farm somewhere <br /> <br />O'er the past few years he's heard the news <br />that the men from the city with the shiny shoes <br />want to put up masts and dig in lines <br />old Jed's having a mighty fine time <br /> <br />Down from the city some fat high flyer <br />thinks the locals are dim but the price gets higher <br />old Jed knows there's a shilling to be made <br />better bring your wallet before your spade <br /> <br />With the government grants and various schemes <br />old Jed doesn't have to plant no seed <br />gone are the days of long hours on the farm <br />Jed's on the net with a dish on the barn <br /> <br />Old Jed's building a brand new house <br />it ain't on the farm and it ain't in the south <br />Florida it seems is the place to be <br />old Jed's living in luxury.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-jed/
