The Custard fields are now in bloom
It must be harvested as soon
As we can get the wet crop sold
And turn the yellow into gold.
The neighbours so admire the sight
And beg and plead with all their might
To let sunshiney-bright plants stay
And cheer us just one other day.
But if we hesitate we may
Miss the market, lose our pay.
The country's crying out for this
Sweet yellow custard for their dish
Of rhubarb, apple pie or prunes
It can't be a day too soon
Tomorrow t'will be cut and canned
And there'll be smiles throughout the land.
Tony Gardner
PS I hope you know this is a jape
It's really just a field of Rape.
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