In the meadow we can take a sleigh ride Across the creek and through the shady glen. It's our life, we make our luck. Independent and free, generationally, Hoping in Wisconsin's farmland. Milk is down. Corn is surplus.
Pork is low.
Processors make kills while our checks are not thrills Struggling in Wisconsin's farm land. Another year of this could really break us. Engineered genetics are supposed to be the answer. But the European markets tell us no. Breaks our hearts.