The white cock's tail
Tosses in the wind.
The turkey-cock's tail
Glitters in the sun.
Water in the fields.
The wind pours down.
The feathers flare
And bluster in the wind.
Remus, blow your horn!
I'm ploughing on Sunday,
Ploughing North America.
Blow your horn!
Tum-ti-tum,
Ti-tum-tum-tum!
The turkey-cock's tail
Stevens has said that he was listening to Dvořák’s Symphony Number 9 (“The New World Symphony”) when writing the poem: 
 
 This invites reading the poem as a kind of American take on the European folk dance.
Ploughing on Sunday