Yellow clucking hens off to the -
barn at dusk
They pick their evening perch without a -
fuss
The rooster nudges his harem with-
a morning song
They hit the ground running at the crack of dawn

Ole Mister Boar is down by five
He snores an grunts all through the night
Rolls over in the morn to the '****-a-doodle-doo'
Falls back asleep till a half past two* ..

Hay Farmer Bill is a sight indeed
Rides a red tractor in the Piedmont heat
Works all day like a blackstrapped mule
Whistlin' in the field with a chaw or two o' chew ..