The cornfields are turning green
The baby corn is popping up all in a row
The last of the golden sunlight lighting up each seed
The Alfalfa fields are getting close to the first cutting of hay
And the grass/alfalfa hay field is due to be cut anytime now.
We sing daily—Rain, rain go away.
Please.
Just until all the grass hay and the alfalfa hay are stacked in the haystacks, please.
Please!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Lulu: “Every time our Dada sees corn growing he says, ‘Knee high by the Fourth of July’. We have no idea what he’s talking about.”
Java Bean: “Send that rain our way! I will go play in it!”
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Our rain comes from you. You can keep it for a spell Please
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I hope the rain stays away from you. Feel free to send it this way instead — we could use it.
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I hope it gets to you soon.
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Wow, everything is happening right on schedule! Send the rain over to us – never enough here.
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We don’t want it—not right now—sure wish we could.
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