Psychosocial Hazard Rodeo
A Psychosocial Hazard Rodeo cut of Agriculture, Autism & Alcohol, reshaped for the campaign collection.
Creative context: The narrator is a creative voice, not automatically the artist. This song is not presented as verified reporting or a factual allegation about any particular person or employer.
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[Caller Intro]
Circle up tight where the risk signs glow,
Tag your partner, mind that flow,
Spin your lanyard, check your role,
This is the psychosocial hazard rodeo.
[Verse 1]
I got agriculture, autism, and alcohol,
Three loud advisors at a safety call.
One says “clock it,” one says “log it,”
One says “buddy, solve it all.”
I can map a field by drainage grade,
Hear a sick belt in a baler blade,
But clock me in a toolbox talk
And I’m a human hazard register half afraid.
[Chorus]
Round and round the hayfield goes,
Risk assessment where the tall grass grows.
Square dance with the warning lights on,
Clap your hands when the siren’s strong.
I can fix the tractor, but the tractor can’t fix me,
I can split a cord but I can’t leave gracefully.
Hazards, controls, and casserole,
Agriculture, autism, and alcohol.
[Verse 2]
I built a matrix for the night-shift crew,
Colour-coded every stress and cue.
Then I missed one text from HR’s line
And rehearsed my answer till my brain blew through.
I know which socket fits the plow,
I know which calf got loose and how,
But burnout comes without a manual,
So I’m adding breaks to the job sheet now.
[Chorus]
Round and round the hayfield goes,
Risk assessment where the tall grass grows.
Square dance with the warning lights on,
Clap your hands when the siren’s strong.
I can fix the tractor, but the tractor can’t fix me,
I can split a cord but I can’t leave gracefully.
Hazards, controls, and casserole,
Agriculture, autism, and alcohol.
[Bridge / Breakdown]
Caller says: bow to your partner,
Bow to your stress,
Don’t mistake a coping trick
For personal failing mess.
Turn by the left, now turn by the right,
Flag that hazard, dim that light.
Call the dance, don’t call your ex,
File that note, not late-night texts.
[Final Chorus]
Round and round the hayfield goes,
Everybody knows what everybody knows.
Sober enough to count the cows,
Brave enough to set the bounds.
I can fix the tractor, but the tractor can’t fix me,
I can laugh at the policies and still feel free.
Hazards, controls, and casserole,
Agriculture, autism, and alcohol.
[Caller Outro]
Promenade home when the shift horns fade,
Park your thoughts in the shade you made.
If the crew asks what changed out here,
Say: “Better controls and a calmer gear.”