While carrots, turnips, beets, and all

While carrots, turnips, beets, and all Received attention, great and small. When morning dawned, no sight or sound Of friendly Brownies could be found; And when at last old Towser broke The spell, and from his slumber woke, He rushed around, believing still Some mischief lay behind the pill. But though the field looked bare and strange, His mind could hardly grasp the change. And when the farmer learned at morn That safe from harm were wheat and corn, That all his barley, oats, and rye Were in the barn, secure and dry, That carrots, beets, and turnips round Were safely taken from the ground, The honest farmer thought, of course, His neighbors had turned out in force While helpless on the bed he lay, And kindly stowed his crop away.