Hay food, it's made from thatch
Place a batch on the trough for heifers
Breathe methane or get away when they fart
The loud report could make you deafer.

Hay food, it's being ate,
They can't wait to sink in their dentures.
In minutes, they're ready to lunch again,
And what goes in sec* exits wetter.

So when you're out on the hay wain*, hay food obtain
Don't let it get wet, or it molders.
Mind that it's not stolen by mules, for hay they drool,
Although they've no jewels, they still get bolder.

Hey food, it's meant for cows--
Boobs are rounder than those from Hefner.
Remember: don't let 'em into your heart,
'Cause you might start to make a heifer.

So mow it down and bring it in, hay food, dig in--
It's tasty, but they hope you'll put corn in.
When they bellow--louder than moo; hay food
They'll chew--ruminants, they feed, then chew it over.

Hay food, it's not so bad,
And it lasts long--each cud tastes better.
Remember, there's no smokin' when they fart,
Or soon the barn will be just embers.

Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo,
Moo, moo, moo, moo, hay food. . . .