How about you?

The two-cylinder engine, most would believe
Is the most powerful device man could ever concieve It has power beyond even great expectations
And it's been the same way for four generations
Power that can and that does and that will
Power to plow and to fit and to till
Power to move a house up a hill
And not just a small house, the size for a mouse
Or bigger mouse houses for somewhat bigger mouses
No, not mouses at all or even a man
But big enough for the giant that's on the green can
The raw kind of power you feel and you hear
That tells one and all nothing runs like a Deere
Each ear far and wide can pick out the sound
All will take heed when a Deere runs around
They know they are hearing the sound that is legend
They take off their hats as though they were pledging
As allegiance they profess when they hear that put-put
And the man that won't pledge, well, he must be a nut
How could he not know what we all avow
Could the poor fool have tried to take a Farmall and plow
Could he have tried and then again and then failed
While his neighbor on an "A" across the field sailed
And then took the red tractor with his face even redder
To the roadside with a sign that admits theirs is better
On the side of the hood over the Farmall decal
Hangs a sign that admits he was wrong after all
"For Sale", says he now and for the best offer
As he hopes to find a farmer with a head even softer
Than his was that day when he brought the thing home
Softer than pillows or cotton or foam
Even softer than authors who write silly poems
But poets grow stronger, we know in the end
When they find that their honor they'll have to defend
As one day they encounter an angry old friend Who says that poems like this could offend
But we just pass it off as their lack of couth
After all, what kind of man could be offended by truth?