It all starts with dairy air 🐮 💩

The breeze blows in with a heavy flair,
A gift we call the “dairy air.”
The tractors crawl across the dirt,
Spreading “perfume” till your nostrils hurt!

The children grimace, pinch, and poke,
“That smell!” they cry, “It’s not a joke!”
But Farmer Dan just shakes his head,
“That’s the smell of money, kids!” he said.

It’s the tangy scent of life anew,
Where brown turns green beneath the dew.
Soon little rows of corn will peep,
While alfalfa wakes from winter sleep.

From hay and grass and clover sweet,
Comes a feast for bossy cows to eat.
And happy cows with heavy silk,
Turn that salad into golden milk.

So when you gulp a glass so cold,
To beat the summer heat, be bold!
Or pull a slice of pizza high,
With melted cheese to catch the eye.
When ice cream drips on a sunny day,
Remember how it started—the stinky way.

For every scoop and every treat,
Began with the smell of a muddy street!