Tractor Cabins have evolved, but what follows must remain,
crooked seeding rows just prove, some things never change!
An old dusty Louver-window cab, with a Seeder close in tow,
a.22 rifle through the window, aimed squarely at the crow.
Now why the wobbly furrows, when not a single tree can be seen?
Perhaps a driver’s concentration was replaced by this daydream.
One day I wish for a Wide-Seeder, with not a single bag in site,
Perhaps I might hit that crow, instead of just a bloody fright.
Tiny windows would be replaced, by a lovely large clear pane,
Surely, it saves wiping louvers, which is just a ruddy pain!
I dream of air-conditioning and power steering too,
perhaps a soundproof cabin would be a farmer’s coo!
In my dream, all rows are straight, with wheat both tall and true!
But then a thump! I’ve hit the gate! Well now, I am in the Poo!
We pray for just one good season, where the skies will open up,
and the grain will be overflowing, so we can buy another truck.
So when that dream season finally, delivers bounty to the bin,
I can buy a brand new tractor. . . So please let this dream begin!