
This sign's clever and catchy rhyme (which we don't have a photo of—don't be misled by the image to the left) is only the latest poetic offering from John Deere, the leading manufacturer of lawnmowers and tractors that has been, um, cutting up lines of prose for at least a half-century now. Could it be that the corporate mind behind Deere's advertising and promotional products knows the etymological synchronicity between farming and poetry—that the term "verse" comes from the Latin word for "turn," which referred to the turn of a plough as well as the turn of a poetic line?
Back in 1959, for example, Deere issued a 15-piece Christmas puzzle showing Santa driving a trademark-green tractor towing a sleigh filled with presents. That image kind of reverses the logic of the tree ornament pictured above. In the ornament, the flying reindeer helps the tractor off the ground, but in the puzzle the tractor doesn't need Rudolph and replaces him entirely as the source of Santa's aeronautic magic. The poem decorating that puzzle began, like so many other seasonal verses, by imitating the 1823 classic "A Visit from St. Nicholas" usually attributed to Clement Clark Moore:
Twas the night before Christmas
And at the north pole
Was a twinkle in the eyes
Of a Merry Old Soul.
He sat straight and proud
On his shiny John Deere.

This is [Fill in Name Here], my little man.
He's just as cute as he can be.
He loves to be with Grandpa
And have me bounce him on my knee.
He's not only handsome,
He's also very smart,
And with every day that passes,
He grows closer to my heart.
As with "Baby's 1st Picture," the poem uses a guiding agricultural conceit ("He grows closer to my heart") that makes the presence of John Deere not just crassly coincidental. In these poems, the rhetoric of farming life and its machinery seamlessly overlaps with the machinery of family life, with poetry—the linguistic version of turning the plough—serving as the most appropriate genre to communicate it all.

And all that, Dear Reader—or Deere Reader, rather—is what lands this rhyme at number 3.