GOURD SEASON IS UPON US

 I went out to my fall squash garden, and picked my precious gourds,

The bad ones will fatten my pigs, the good ones, I'll dry and hoards,

When they are dried hard and clean,

I'll sell them at Halloween,

Last year at the Fall Festival, I won the most gourd awards.

APPLES FOR DEAR MEAT

Benny went out to pick apples, this day,

So the winter famine, Benny could keep away,

But, the apples were gone,

Ate by a doe and her fawn,

So, Benny chews on venison all day.

WARNING: BUTTERMILK DOES NOT COME FROM BUTTERFLIES

I tried to milk some buttermilk from butterflies who flied,

But I did not get no buttermilk, and all the butterflies died,

Woe is me,

I should have set them free,

At their memorial I cried and cried.

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THE TWO LITTLE SILOS SAGA, IN LIMERICK FORM

There were two little silos, sitting as neighbors in a field,

When one silo overflowed, the other would absorb the yield,

Then one day one caught fire,

It burned like an old truck tire,

Now there's only one silo, and he got scorched real bad and peeled.