Song of the Hayseed
Oh it's great fun in the country,
my companions, cows and sheep.
I'm mucking out the milking shed
where the foul stuff's ankle deep
My next job is the chook yard
and that one's even worse,
the rooster attacks me from behind
so I scream and kick and curse.
Then I have to dig a new deep pit
for human-type excreta.
I know life's no bed of roses
but if only it smelled a bit sweeter
Tomorrow is the week-end...
joy oh joy, I've got it off.
I'll go to town, check out the chicks,
behave as Jack the Toff.
I may be short of intellect,
so short I'm called a gnome;
but I'm staying out 'til Sunday night,
...be back when the cows come home!
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