Welcome to our testing farm, where we raise many crops
That somehow are not regulated by the Fed’ral cops.
No agency molests us as we grow a weird concoction
of plants that we can put up any time for bids at auction.
Loopholes are a lovely thing that we embrace with passion;
And with the gridlock in D.C. they are now in fashion.
We do not need more scientists to modify our fruit;
What we need are lawyers who can regulations boot.
So try a talking carrot or a radish that can fly,
And don’t forget our cukes that taste like fresh-baked apple pie.
Sadly, we have discontinued nurturing much fennel;
It tends to run amok and bite, unless it’s in a kennel.