Presented here, the hairy vetch
A lowly, crawling, little wretch
Over nothing this thing towers
With its white and violet flowers
But, oh, together with its friends
Protects the soil from the winds
An army built of hairy stems
Weathering all the winter’s whims
Then when vetch has done its job
With hairy tendrils and seed pods
The glory does not end with winter
The vetch for livestock is provender