God Said, I Need a Farmer

So on the eighth day, God looked down and saw his planned paradise and said, I need a caretaker. So he made a farmer. God said, I need somebody willing to get up before Dawn milk, the cows work all day in the fields, milk the cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting at the school board. So he made a farmer. I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf, and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame, contain Crecy