Next, I placed the lettuce in the display case, stacked exactly, as it should,
I stacked the apples on a table,
Faced out the variety label,
I stacked bananas, and marked down over ripe ones, for making breads and pud.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.