Not a student was stirring, not even the carrots
The 'barrows were parked in the lockup with care,
In hopes that Ag. Students soon would be there;
The veggies were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of market-day danced through their heads;
And 'Becca in her boots and Mike in his cap,
Had just walked us students for a wet terrace lap,
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the beds to escape the rain which was fatter.
Away to the overhang we ran with a splash
'til open the clouds and the sun did flash.
The sun on the veg in the new fallen rain,
gave the lustre of mid-day to students still sane.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear
but a miniature farm truck, a Nissan Frontier.
With a fit young driver, so lively for the mornin'
We knew in a moment it must be manager Torin
More rapid than eagles his students they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Biebl now Piper now Will Bailey-Elkin
On Lindsay on Jordan on Emily McEachern
To the top of the kale! to top of the wash stall!
Now wash away! wash away! wash away all!
As dirty leaves before the wash hurricane clean
When we meet with an obstacle, bound to the scene.
So down to the lockup the students they flew
packed the truck full of veg and farmer Torin too.
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