We work our ground so carefully,
Till it ever so,
Get out all the lumps and clumps,
We want our seeds to grow.
We pick up rocks and throw away,
And all else that will hinder
The growth of all our tiny plants,
After all, they’re tender.
We water and we fertilize,
And hoe, and hoe, and hoe!
Our elbow grease we utilize,
We want our seeds to grow.
And then, when harvest time is come,
We’ll all reap what we sow,
Whether good or whether bad,
Because our seeds will grow.
-Mary Hardy Melton