Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat, <br /> And feared the frost would nip it. <br />Said he, "it's nearly seven feet - <br /> I must begin to strip 'it. <br /> <br />He stripped it with a stripper and <br /> He bagged it with a bagger; <br />The bags were all so lumpy that <br /> They made the bumper stagger. <br /> <br />The lumper staggered up the stack <br /> Where he was told to stack it; <br />And Jack was paid and put the cash <br /> Inside his linen jacket.<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-farmer-jack/
