The Bad Cloud Arising

The Bad Cloud Arising The farmer's in pain For lack of rain He'll lose his crop of sugar cane. Yet he thinks he has nothing to fear For over the hill a dark cloud appear But when the cloud draws near From his eye runs a tear His vision loses focus For the cloud's but a plague of locusts Peanut butter marine Strict Restrict Constrict Discipline Self-discipline Makes a man Tall hansome and tan Come out of a can Like Peter Pan