By Matt Reese
It seems all too often that agriculture is being pulled in opposite directions. Consumers expect food that is easy, high quality and convenient from farmers who adhere to ever-changing rules of political correctness. At the same time, farmers face a dirty business as the food supply’s front line in the perennial struggle with Mother Nature that is not always fair, not always pretty and never politically correct.
A rowdy rooster rules the roost, and keeps his hens in check.
No I’ve never seen a rooster that’s politically correct.
The hens have a pecking order, where the weakest get a smaller share.
The top hen only answers to the cock — nope nothing PC there.
Though you may be offended, a bull pays you no mind,
As he looks up from amid his task being performed from behind.
A sow will eat her babies just because she can.
And a boar will eat a farmer, if he falls down in the pen.
The sun will scorch a struggling seed, depending on its mood,
While the next seed thrives and grows even though that may be rude.
When it comes to critters eating our crops, it is kill or be killed.
We must overlook some tasks that aren’t so nice for your belly to be filled.
In farming there’s flooding and heat waves and droughts,
If you can’t take the heat, well, you’d better get out.
We do our best to answer to Mother Nature and answer to you,
But the rules on the farm aren’t always fair, so we just do what we can do.
And when you whine to me about how your latte’s made,
I just give a wave and smile and send you on your way.
Until you spend some time in my boots strolling through my barn,
I am not sure you should get much say in how I run my farm.
You can tell me it’s not fair or that I’m not doing things quite right,
And dream of Wayne Pacelle (and his cat) as you toss and turn at night.
But as for me I sleep quite well, ‘cause I’m tired of your politicin,’
And your uninformed concern about milkin’ cows and housin’ chickens.
Because in reality, reality is much different than you think,
And no matter what you regulate, manure will still stink.
So come out for a visit, and spend some time working on my farm,
And then it won’t be my donkey that is the biggest jackass in the barn.
When there are callouses on your hands and for ag you have some respect,
Then you can discuss with the donkey about farming politically correct.