Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn That stretched as far as the eye can see That’s a whole lot of cornflakes Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation Buys my corn from me immediately And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks Tip New York’s corn flakes in the sea
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Well, my pick and spade are rusty Because I’m paid on trust To leave my square of cornfield bare
It boggles my mind how little people are aware of this kind of practice. The Who even wrote a “joke” song about it in the 70s:
https://youtu.be/_VkVn0A7E6o
Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That’s a whole lot of cornflakes
Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York’s corn flakes in the sea
~~
Well, my pick and spade are rusty
Because I’m paid on trust
To leave my square of cornfield bare