If I wiped off the dirt
cold globby and stuck on hard
all girly and tough
would you call me a farmer and laugh?

If I stuck my pitch fork into a pile of manewer
  and threw it into a manewer spreeder
that made a slush and gewy noise
Would you call me a farmer and laugh?

If that slush and gewy noise made a rythum 
in a manewer spreeder full of other sounds 
that came out with a jazzy kind of rythum
Would you call me a Farmer and laugh?

If I took care of your crops  
and protected them from parisites 
Would you call me a farmer without laughing?