Hay Joe, where you goin’ with that fork in your hand?
Hay Joe, I said where you goin’ with the fork in your hand?

“I’m goin’ out and doin’ some hayin’;
You know, I got a mess of alfalfa out on my land.
So I have gotta go out and do some hayin’
And get all that new-mown alfalfa offa my land,
And I’ll use this tool.”

Uh, Hay Joe,
You gonna give it to your cows,
Give to your cows now?
Hay Joe, you gonna give that hay to cows?
Through it your cows gonna browse, yeah?

“Yes I will, I’ll offer
A whole lot to be fressin’ down, fressin’ down chow.
Yes, this will be their fodder
Because it is oh so tasty, [delicat]ess for cows,
So I’ll give ’em this grub—
It’s their fodder
To bite!
Food ’em one more time again—tasty!
Yeah. So, dig in
But don’t fight!”

Hay Joe, where’s that grub gonna go now, where’s it goin’ to?
Hay Joe, I said,
Hay Joe, where’s that grub gonna go now, when will cuds ensue?

“It first goes in the mouth,
Then heads esophagus way.
That’s right,
The direction is south,
Way down. . .stomach panoply,
Then redux gastronomy.”

But the gas, man, awful,
It’s just awful—plug your nose rapidly!
You better impede it right now!!
They gotta go.

Hay Joe, it’s lumpy, runnin’ down.

“Goodbye, everybody!”

Hey, Hay Joe?!