The farmer's dream

A farmer who lived in Swaffham had a strange dream told by an angel:

On London Bridge just wait around
You\'ll hear of gold below the ground
Go there now and do not wander
Do not care what other people ponder".

So off he went to London Bridge:

Here I be on this bridge
I may as well stand in a fridge
Still I wait for good news
As the wind blows around my shoes

After 3 days a shopkeeper wondered what he was up to:

Are you watching me, you smelly pest?
I may just call for your arrest
London town is full of dangers
We hate pedlars, we hate strangers.

So the farmer told him:

I do not mean to hurt nor harm
I have just come down from my farm
I have had a dream of precious gold
Standing here I will be told
Where it is

The shopkeeper laughed and sneered:

I have dreams like that quite often
Mine tell me to go to Swaffham
There beneath an old pear tree
A pot of gold you'll surely see
Believe that and you'll believe anything

The farmer believed this (what a nutter you say). So he hurried home and dug his own orchard:

WOW! It's a lot of gold I find
In my orchard all this time
Who says dreams do not come true?
Follow yours and it will too.