(Covered With Turd)

As lime goes on,
I fertilize,
To make things green,
You see.
So how,
Stuff out the rear,
Grows food we love,
With these crops that we share?
Green beans,
By this summer we'll gather,
Covered with turd in hopes of growing food.

(Humus)

The top-dress feeds the winter crop,
Of golden amber waves of grain.
The hog drip from booty's robust,
As humus it became.

Dry rotted on soil unpotted,
Well, spread that humus in the mire with your applier,
Well, spread that humus in the mire with your applier.

The pigpen's where the faecal lies,
Grabbing every turd they can,
Looks like a bomb site it does,
In to the goop they'll add.

Dry rotted on soil unpotted,
Well, spread that humus in the mire with your applier,
Well, spread that humus in the mire with your applier.