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.