There’s a story to be told and making all the folk’s here shakers
They say it started in the south and brought up here by the Quakers
Something small and deadly with just a simple wheel
Have made all the Elders worried, while the young ones just squeal
A form of living is trying to thrust upon and master
The simple quiet land that’s found up in Lancaster
Somewhere near the buggies roam, the ones pulled by a horse
And a little south of the spot where lays the town of Intercourse
On a cool bright morning, as the wet clothes are set out to dry
Came a noise so loud it shook the roofs of the Amish countryside
Known by many names, Technology being one, it struck its frightening cord
This individual Portable Obnoxious Device, had become the Amish iPod Deathlord
For many times in the past, these hollow grounds have been blessed
But I’m afraid this time, they will be taken to the test
So long they have succeeded to separate the present from their past
To live in a time and place where one day it may not last
With every line they see on the telephone poles
Makes them realize what they already know
To keep their life simple has got so complex
To them passing notes is their version of a text
But this Amish iPod Deathlord is a devious kind
With its sleek shiny surface and gigabyte mind
So simple to use and so easy to hide
It’s hard to keep track who has one this time
A nightly check is done in each room
To make sure all the young ones have not been iTuned
And not listen to this personal device so unreal
As they plow and do chores way out in the fields
Rooms have been searched, pockets turned inside out
So there is nothing left for any chance or doubt
Every night the ear lobes are inspected enough
For any ear bud music waxy build up
Every Sunday a lecture is made to the young
About the evils of music and the words that are sung
Hymns and prayers is the only music that should be in their lives
Not like the free downloads that you can get online
But one day what they feared had finally arrived
A sight in the field made all the Elders cry
There was a young boy who went to tend a field’s needs
Not only plowing but dancing to the Black Eyed Peas
A black cloud soon drifted over this old-fashioned sect
Just like the carbon monoxide smell down at the Outlets
More than what they bargained for, they soon realized
You don’t have to give in when you can still compromise
So the Elders called a meeting to exchange ideas and words
And come up with a plan for the best of both worlds
Something in the middle can be reached and resolved
Where the Amish way of life can religiously live on
They agreed on a plan and reached an accord
On how to defeat this Amish iPod Deathlord
A meeting was held with the leaders on high
And they had agreed to give it a try
On the next Sunday the decree was announced
And all the young ones ears and hearts, they all pounced
To help with their chores and their days in the field
An Amish iPod was soon to be revealed
And that Monday morning, the Amish iPod was played loud
Throughout all the fields, in the earshot of the cows
The children all danced as they got their chores done.
The Deathlord had vanished, the Amish have won
But you may ask yourself, how can this be so
An iPod’s an iPod, to hell they will go
Technology has won, the Amish are now stained
They no longer have control over their personal domain
Yet if you all notice, in the fields of corn stock ears
Not one single child have wires hanging from his ears
They are accompanied with two others walking close and tight
One on the left and then one on the right
And if you listen closely you’ll hear them singing in tune
Their version of a downloaded Amish iTune
As the middle one works, the other two are speaker rods
And there you have it, the Amish iPod
So what can be learned from this whimsical tale
In this world full of technology
There is always an answer for everything
If you think it out logically
