[Intro]



[I wish I could go along with you, but I do have a problem. I've got

my (Soul!), but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)]



[Verse 1]



Poor X, not only do I headsweat from headsets

Full-time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct

Next step's to count sheep

But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles, they sleep

Yeah, they sleep, I think I'll check a shorter story

Title: Bo's Hoe, sound's boring, perfect for these

sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged

Yeah, I know...turn the page



[Verse 2]



[Ha-ha huh...let's begin!]



Book-marks the first page

And reads once upon an age in a far far land

lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course

From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across

just to witness Sam's crop business

boomin' like the big guy's, but get this

Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams

He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)

Page 2: Sam view's the sight -

What goes at Bo's over his picket white

Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin'

sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe

Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin'

Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin'

'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky

The plot thickens, onto page 3...



[Verse 3]



Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue

Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo

All three knew this tool more than well

Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells

Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop

Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop

Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye

for something here is not quite cipher

"E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo

"Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe?

O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds

Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?

Plus make true my foremost desire

To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?"

By, uh, 100% life gets hard

When one hoe goes from one's garden



[Verse 4]



Page 4: Little Bo weeped

Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped

through a hole in Sam's six foot fence

where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants

Hence the moral of the fable:

Always keep a boring book on your night table

A Tom is not able

But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard

Cuz with no hoe it's hard