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