HURRAY FOR THE CSA!
(To the tune of B-I-N-G-O)

My local farmer has a farm
he shares with everybody.
Hurray for a CSA!
A small price to pay.
Fresh greens every day.
And I never have to pick them!

My local farmer has a farm
with rows of sweet potatoes.
Some are mine you know,
but I never push a hoe,
or squish worms with my toe.
And I never have to dig them!

My local farmer has a farm
with rows of fragrant flowers.
I never plant a seed.
I never pull a weed.
a rototiller I don't need.
and I never have to pick them!

My local farmer has a farm
with melons and zucchinis.
I never till the dirt.
My shoulders never hurt.
I don't get spiders up my skirt.
'Cuz I never have to pick them!

My local farmer has a farm
with onions, herbs and eggplant.
I don't tramp through the mud,
or flick a beetle off a bud,
or check the news for drought or flood.
And I never have to pick them!

My local farmer has a farm;
I get eggs from his chickens.
I don't beg that hen to lay,
or wake at sunrise every day.
I put my eggs on "lay-away"
Hurray for a CSA!

 

Lyrics by Conni Leigh James, ©2006

 

 

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