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The watermelon truck and The farm worker
Is about a small California valley in once green fields
Before the drought and reservoirs drying up
When a shining meteorite crossed the star lite night
Over the valley its tail seeding that rich valley
On such a evening was a farm worker
In the horn of plenty fruited valley
This night he was asleep in his pick up
And awoke his eyes opened wide
To the bright meteorite passing overhead
In the next few months all the fruit
Throughout the valley grew and multiplied
It was a promise of good fortune
But there was a change of things
And in the weather at night
The watermelon's seemed transparent
There a image was caught a image within
The watermelon, of a embryo developing
Night after night the same was seen
Growing larger like small fawns
Waiting to spring into full life
The farm worker seeing this
Drove away in the summers night
Leaving the fruited fields untended
The thirst for life's rewards in hand
The last known way the long road
Through the falling rain of summer
The itinerant farmer and life's mysteries
Driving the watermelon truck away
Across the country without stop
Or watermelons, with his story if that
A story of today's farm.