Planters Prayer of Saint Isadore

St. Isidore, St. Isidore, 
To you we rogate, to you we implore: 
Please let it (or not) shine or pour, 
Bring on the bee, hold off the hoar; 

Coax the oat, swell the meat 
Of grape and nut; 
encourage the wheat 
To ripen fat in August heat 
Then lay down, brown, for us to beat 

And bag in burlap with quadruple X's 
Haul to the mill with stone-ground reflexes, 
Enliven the staff of both the sexes 
By stuffing them full of B complexes; 

Sweeten the soil's sour grievance. 
Correct the mustard's feckles malfeasance, 
Raise up the corn in rows of allegiance, 
Bow down the cherry in fruitful obesiance; 

O Guardian of squash and tendrilled pea, 
Hoeing away at sanctity, 
All ills of bud and vine and lea, 
But mostly our garden, remedy.