There is a fragrance
in the country
doesn’t cross the
city lines
I doubt that it’s the
tulips
I’d say it’s the
bovines.
There’s a tractor on
the four-lane
with a driver chewing
hay,
doesn’t hear the line
of honking
doesn’t know he’s in
the way,
On the corner little Suzie
selling lemonade she peeled
when a city boy came
passing
around the tractor he
did squeal,
When the Chevy hit
the Dixie cups
they couldn’t have
flown higher
Suzie quickly added
up
said, “Yippie, I retire.”
ZC
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