Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
   And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
   I must begin to strip 'it.


He stripped it with a stripper and
   He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
   They made the bumper stagger.


The lumper staggered up the stack
   Where he was told to stack it;
And Jack was paid and put the cash
   Inside his linen jacket.