Geometry in the Fields

[Verse] In a one-room schoolhouse, life was sweet and slow, Learning 'bout life and the things we'd need to know, With pencil in hand and dreams we’d always chase, I'll tell you 'bout the triangles that helped us find our place. [Verse 2] Old Miss Jenny, with her chalk and gentle smile, Taught us how to measure, every acre, every mile, "Calculatin' area," she'd say, "is quite grand, For farmers and builders who work with their hands." [Chorus] Calculate the area, makes life crystal clear, In every barn, every field, gotta have no fear, With a base and a height, nothing can go wrong, It's the math of the country, it's a builder’s song. [Verse 3] Down at the old creek, digging for a bridge, We measured the land, from the shore to the ridge, Knowing that triangles held our dreams in scale, With precision and patience, we'd always prevail. [Verse 4] Daddy always said, when you're working the land, Understand the earth by the measure of your hand, Every plot and pasture, in the morning light, Is a promise of tomorrow, when you get it right. [Chorus] Calculate the area, makes life crystal clear, In every barn, every field, gotta have no fear, With a base and a height, nothing can go wrong, It's the math of the country, it's a builder’s song.