We’re all Farmers

Some farm crops
Some farm trees
Some farm honey, from big ol’ queen bees
Some farm purses
Some farm mats
Some farm players using, tuna clubs as bats
Some farm Perdita’s
Some farm Life Boats
Some farm those farming, those nasty, cut-throats

Whatever it is you’re farming, no matter the day it’d be
Count on others farming, by land, by air, and by sea