An Old Hayseed Indeed

They called old Harry a hayseed

A rural route kind of guy;

Yes, an old hayseed indeed,

They would often say with a sigh.

In his greasy overalls

Outside the old general store,

This victim of suburban malls

Was a holdover from a time before.

With the Interstate now his front yard,

What’s an old hayseed to do?

But old Harry certainly inspired

Learned to profit from his view.

A hayseed yes indeed,

This old hick probably inbredded;

For sure his Yuppie neighbours agreed

When he overcharged for unleaded.