Edward Riederich
The Farmer From Frankfurt
Fourscore and forty years ago
A formula this farmer found
You can move forward in your fog
By thanking God on your ground
This farmer from FrankfurtÂ
Did not forget while he was livingÂ
For family, friends and farm
Poured forth thanksgivingÂ
From his first to his final day
His forever focus was fixedÂ
Whether full from food
Or in floods and conflictsÂ
The folks from FrankfurtÂ
They would frequently find
The farmer never made a fussÂ
Though bills he was behind
Whether his field was fruitful
Or his field was fallow
He flourished in being thankful
He refused to be shallow
The old Frankfurt farmerÂ
He chose to follow no fool
In feast or in famine
Thanking God was his rule