The Making of a Cubaholic by Russ Leggitt

I got a call from a lawyer one day just to say,
Your great uncle has passed away
And he being your benefactor
Has left you his Farmall Tractor.

Of course I was saddened to hear
Of the passing of one so dear
Who took me fishing and hunting and the like
He who showed me how to make and fly a kite.

Both day and night
I wrestled with all my might
Trying to recall
All about the Farmall

As we said our goodbyes and laid him to rest
Many friends came by and wished me their best
Then it suddenly came to me
It was his Farmell Cub he had left you see.

Before I went to gather my treasure
Deep in thought I often found pleasure
In remembering back to the day that
I wore a younger man's hat.

I sat so proud on that little red CUB seat
When the pedals were far from my feet
And over the steering wheel I could not see
What was comming down the road at me.

Like a child waiting on Christmas eve to Santa's face
I planned how to get the Cub back to my place
The day finally arrived without event
And off to get the Cub we went.

We finally arrived and there it sat
In the back of the old barn, tires all flat
The paint long gone,
Rusty and sitting there all alone.

We aired up the tires just to get it to roll
Onto the trailer for the long stroll
All along the way we got many a stare
And I thought we would never get there.

In my shop for years it sat neglected and alone
Until one day I say a neighbor mowing his lawn
With a little red CUB all shiny as new
Then I thought, I know what I'll do.

So to work I went with hammer and wrench
I sanded and pounded on my workbench
With hands all grimmy and greasy
I found restoring a CUB is not so easy.

To a friend I happened to mention
That my CUB needed a little attention
He told me about this website "farmall.com"
Full of friendly people who gave advice just like mom.

So to the computer I flew
To seek advice on what to do
To get the CUB going
Found it I did and before I knew it she was roaring.

Now days as I travel about doing my daily task
It is CUBs I look for and ask,
Where is one for sale or trade?
Or where a good deal could be made.

It's off to the tractor show
Now days that we often go
Just to see those little red machines
All painted up and so clean.

My CUB now gives me so much joy
I spend all my spare time playing with my toy
Over the hills and down the lane we frolic
Could it be that I have become a "Cubaholic"?