The farmer's old pickup was rusted and used
Many years on the farm had left it abused
The farmer had put it off for long enough he knew
His pickup was too old it and was time to buy new
The farmer's wife was so happy and so full of glee
The farmer hadn't bought a brand new pickup since 1983
The new pickup he bought was red as a maple in fall
But what should they call it? How about fireball!
The Farmer was happy, the pickup was great
Who would have though it had such a terrible fate
It was late spring and the wheat was ready to reap
The farmer's time was anything but cheap
So he ventured out on a field of wheat stubble so tall
And turned his pickup into - you guessed it - A REAL FIREBALL
Something that should be done to keep you out of trouble
Learn from the farmer - don't drive your vehicle in dry wheat stubble
This unfortunately really happened to my Father-In-Law. It was only the second new pickup he ever bought for the farm. He owned it for about a year then it went out in a blaze of glory.
-Fabulist Ryan
