Me and The Farmer

Me and the farmer get on fine Through stormy weather and bottles of wine If I pull my weight he'll treat me well But I'f I'm late he'll give me hell And though it's all hard work no play Farmer is a happy crook, Jesus hates him every day, Cause Jesus gave and Farmer took Won't he let you go probably no Won't he let you go probably no Why does he treat you so? I just don't know Why does he treat you so? I just don't know Me and the farmer like brother, like sister Getting on like hand and blister Me and the farmer He's chopped down sheep, planted trees And helped the countryside to breathe Ripped up fields, bullied flocks And worked his workers right around the clock. It may seem strange but he'd admit Intentions aren't exactlt true And though God loves his wife a bit He hates the farmer through and through All things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small All we've got is London Zoo 'cause farmer owns them all