Ah... Parc an Venton's out of corne
Sheavin' no rye, an' there ain't no corne no mo'
Bakin' no dough
Sorghum's all mown
Harvestin' time with the corne's now fadin'
Switchin' crops from silage grain
Wheat's not a cereal rarin' to make wealth strong
Cravin' a bong
I seed what I want
No feed and no peas - ain't no plan for no snap legumes

Oats won't stuff my cozy field
Corne's out the way to lay in poppies
Blooms and leaves furl - sown for miles
Back when the corne's out of Parc an Venton
A new toke off'ring for the season Lenten
So eager to reap now - no replanting
Coooooooooooooooooorne

Hay in mow, hay in mow, hay in mow's now shady!

Parc an Venton's versatile
Plow in a lasting manu'ure, now nitro's right
Set smudge pots all night
And check for worm blight
Bind up the gleanings - don't risk no tractors, yeah

Oh I love my posy yield
Corne's out the way to lay in poppies
Armed with meager hoe I wield
Cracklin' corne's out of Parc an Venton
But new crop I bring will sell well in Trenton
So eager to reap now - no replanting
Coooooooooooooooooorne

Flay it now, flay it now, flay it now, like crazy!

Parc an Venton's agrophile
None of this chaff, just a flower that packs a bite
Husk no more all night
No catchin' corne blight
Harness my team and go plant dioxins...

Op op op op Op op op
Op op op op op Op oppa op op op
Op i ate

(fade away like a crushed blossom...)