Failing Farm

Gone is the garden (?), gone are the children whom we learned to water And all the chicks died at dawn starving in a feather pile of their dead mother (?) straining soft curd draws within the muslin cloth we hung to filter And all the cows died in line stretching the electric fence to the open pasture Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Make love with yourself, the body can't tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Cradle (?) inside the hay loft, he climbs up the ladder And all the bats died at once fighting in a burning pile of the boys' (?) There is a lesson: careless eyes (? ) the fruit out from behind the story And all the kids lost (? ) clutching at their bellyaches from the poison berries Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Make love with yourself, the body can't tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell Make love with yourself, the body can't tell Nobody can tell, nobody can tell