These "Magic Beans Won’t Grow"

Out in the fields where the tractors hum,

Farmers rise with the morning sun.

But storms roll in from Washington’s schemes,

Selling hope with "magic beans."

"Plant these tariffs," the man declares,

"They’ll grow jobs right out of thin air!"

But steel gets pricey, exports fall—

Magic beans don’t feed us all.

Magic beans won’t grow in this soil,

They promise riches but leave us toil.

John Deere knows what the farmers see—

Reality beats fantasy.

The green machines stand proud and true,

While trade wars brew like skies of blue.

Farmers tighten belts, repair old gear,

Dreams of new machines disappear.

Trump says, "We’ll win; just wait and see!"

But soybeans rot across the sea.

Retaliation cuts deep and wide—

Magic beans won’t turn the tide.

Magic beans won’t grow in this soil,

They promise riches but leave us toil.

John Deere laughs at the tariff theme—

Reality beats a hollow dream.

Steel costs rise like weeds in May,

Farmers struggle to make their pay.

Exports dwindle, debts pile high—

Magic beans won’t touch the sky.

John Deere whispers through engines’ roar:

"We’ve seen this all before."

Promises fade like morning mist;

It’s hard to farm through politics.

Farmers know what the soil will yield—

It’s not magic beans but sweat-filled fields.

Through droughts and floods they persevere;

Their partner’s always John Deere.

Green giants roll through rows of corn,

Laughing at threats so weather-worn.

For tariffs don’t plow or plant or sow—

Magic beans just won’t grow.

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Magic beans won’t grow in this soil,

They promise riches but leave us toil.

John Deere stands where truth is clear—

Reality beats fantasy here.

We can outlast you, through every test,

For 187 years, John Deere has been the best.

So let them shout and let them scheme,

We’ll keep farming through their dream.

For in America’s heartland, one truth we know:

Magic beans won’t ever grow.