[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
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 [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
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 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?"