One morning in November during one of the daily mucking out sessions, Di suddenly said “Has anyone ever had anything good to say about dung”
And then in the next issue of the Countryman magazine appeared this little poem!
Odes have been written and praises sung,
To almost everything but dung.
But oh, what praise is high enough
For such rich, aromatic stuff.
Look at the barley’s drooping ear
And dream of mellow, dung fed beer.
See how the wheat springs shoulder high
When fed from stable, byre and sty.
See how the mangel wurzels swell
If you’re prepared to dung them well
So watch your …… rolling by
With naked triumph in your eye
For no man spreadeth dung in vain,
He giveth to receive again.
Author unknown. Missing word unknown.