on a lighter note

The Ballad of Joe Shmo

Four scores and twenty years ago
Joe Shmo walked the earth.
A farmer by trade he was
But a farmer he was not;
For ol' Joe had no clue
And was always down with the flu.
And therefore, you shouldn’t eat his food
As it wasn’t all that good.

Now Joe Shmo was fond,
Of singing in the pond;
Also loved climbing trees
And scaring bees.
This he did with utmost delight
Till the day he had his plight.

The bees’ obviously were not trilled
And so they went in for the kill;
Four and twenty bees together as one
Went after that poor old son.
Thus Joe’s days of fun
Are all done.

Now he plant peas and corn
Hence a farmer he did remain,
With lots of disdain;
Till the day he lost his brain
And went completely insane.

On the day he did die
Quite a story it did buy
For old Joe was not the kinda guy
To quietly die
Oh no! He went back to the trees
To scare them bees
The next day the news did read
“Local farmer killed in a stampede!”