Me with the goats at the "Outstanding in the Field" Dinner
Dirt made my lunch,
Dirt made my lunch. Thank you Dirt, thanks a bunch, For my salad, my sandwich My milk and my munch 'cause Dirt, you made my lunch.
Dirt is a word that we often use, When we're talkin' about the earth beneath our shoes. It's a place where plants can sink their toes; In a little while a garden grows.
A farmer's plow will tickle the ground, You know the earth has laughed when wheat is found. The grain is taken and flour is ground, For making a sandwich to munch on down.
A stubby green beard grows upon the land, Out of the soil the grass will stand. But under hoof it must bow, For making milk by way of a cow.
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