Country Lady, in your country hat
You walk around the rapeseed field
Where do you walk to, where from
Do you carry a bucket, or is it a basket
That swings from your delicate arm
You go out of sight, behind the tree line
Return only a few moments later
Have you been to feed the livestock
Or to gather up magic mushrooms
Stereotypes prevail in this life
Thus I would care for the reader
To imagine your Barbour wax jacket
Your green wellington boots
And your scarf by Abercrombie
Thrown playful on your shoulder
I cannot imagine
That you fetched water from the brook
Though if the reader could imagine
The stream is translucently clear
It sparkles vividly in the morning sun
As it traverses onwards down the valley
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