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 Frankfurt 

Did not forget while he was living 

For family, friends and farm

Poured forth thanksgiving 

From his first to his final day

His forever focus was fixed 

Whether full from food

Or in floods and conflicts 

The folks from Frankfurt 

They would frequently find

The farmer never made a fuss 

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 farmer 

He chose to follow no fool

In feast or in famine

Thanking God was his rule