The J's in the Dell, the J's in the Dell

Hi ho the merrio the J's in the Dell

Old Skinnee J' had a farm e-i-o-

planted breeds of the seeds

and I need to watch them grow for me

high the sky high body and in spirit

here a rhyme there a rhyme

everywhere a lyric

our delivery is candid with band aid adhesion

made it through the changes

weathered all the seasons

now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer,

2 Skinnee is the magic number

and I wonder

awake from the slumber

The blindfold around your mind

and soul has gone asunder

so you wake up to greet the day,

its the dawn of the house of J.



The J's in the Dell,

the J's in the Dell

Hi ho the merrio the J's in the Dell

Well, Im an international harvester

so heres a harbinger of things to come

emerge the one Special,

J thats prehensile

I've been wrestled from my

The wind swept plain

To obtain my weight in grain

Its the cycle of the seasons

and here we go again

We rolls with the flows as We sows all we knows

Its the grooves and furrows

using bulls and burrows

Storing all we've grown in a mile high silo

Laying claim to all domain

with our deeds and titles

Or kneel to idols

To grow my pastures faster

Thats how it is with the old meadowblaster



The J's in the Dell,

the J's in the Dell

Hi ho the merrio

the J's in the Dell



Reaping props like crops

and Sewing raps seeds

were Springing like the chicken

and were singing like thieves

Wee wee wee

like the piggy heading all the way home

ITS THE LEADERS OF THE SHEEP

AND LIKE THE CHEESE I STAND ALONE -a