I'm back on board so stop yer weep'n.
Been busy with me ole groundskeep'n.
Around me hovel
there's much to shovel.
But as before, no 'neath kilt peep'n!
I don't insult. I just state fact.
You're paranoid. You're not attacked.
Your eyes grow moist
cuz you've no choice.
My win's assured. While yours has cracked!
That's dandy, but I'm not here to grovel,
You're looking tired with that old shovel,
For I'm just a farmer,
Who's got some good karmer,
For the wind's at my back, and the win's in my hovel.