It’s the hardest job in the world
In the hot sun all day
Digging, plowing, working, and tilling
They take a short break
And then they continue the exact same way.
They get no recognition
For feeding this nation
From corn, sweet peas, apples, and beets
To all cuts of meat
That you find in your local market
Just down the street.
They love what they do
They will never want to stop
They produce extreme perfection
Just like the cotton that goes into your top
They get up at dawn
And go to bed at dusk
Taking care of everything carefully
Never letting any machinery rust
They pray for their family
Never for themselves
They thank the Lord every day
Like He is Santa and His little elves.
Truly kind hearted
Their love is always supplied
All of them are role models
And this is how food arrived.