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And, in the spirit of parody lyrics . . .

A favorite song of mine:

You may find yourself living in a wooden shack
You may find yourself with friends all over the world
You may find yourself towed behind a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful field, with a beautiful goat
You may ask yourself: "Well, what can I eat here?"

Eating the grass and hay/eating some little plants
Eating the grass and hay/grass is growing under
Onto the trail again/after the hay is gone
Morning and evening/hay and grass thereunder

You may ask yourself
How do I work this?
You may ask yourself
Where's that electric gate handle?
You may tell yourself
This cannot be all of the grass!
You may tell yourself
I must get to the good, greener grass!


Eating the grass and hay/eating some little plants
Eating the grass and hay/grass is growing under
Onto the trail again/after the hay is gone
Once every weekend/once when Thursday comes round

Great as I ever was . . . Great as I ever was . . . 
Great as I ever was . . . Great as I ever was . . . 
Great as I ever was . . . Great as I ever was . . . 
Great as I ever was . . . Great as I ever was . . . 

Salt block dissolving . . . rain water removing
Here is FarmWife . . . moving it under the shed roof
Out of the water,
Ears to the water,
But do move the salt block under the shed roof. 

Eating the grass and hay/eating some little plants
Eating the grass and hay/grass is growing under
Onto the trail again/after the hay is gone
Once every weekend/once when each Thursday comes round


Onto the trail again, on to the scenic paths
Over the rocks and stones, across wet and sandy ground, 
Letting the miles go by, crossing rushing water,
Twice every week, now, we ride 'cross this ground

And you may ask yourself,  
How dare that beautiful goat?
And you may ask yourself 
Where does that new trail go?
And you may ask yourself? 
Am I right? Of course I am! 
And you may bray out loud,
FarmWife, my HAY IS GONE! 

Eating the grass and hay/eating some little plants
Eating the grass and hay/grass is growing under
Onto the trail again/after the hay is gone
Once every weekend/once when each Thursday comes round

Onto the trail again, on to the scenic paths
Over the rocks and stones, 'cross wet and sandy ground, 
Letting the miles go by, crossing rushing water,
Twice every week, now, we ride 'cross this ground


Eating the grass and hay . . . 
Eating the grass and hay . . . 
Eating the grass and hay . . . 
Trail riding twice a week . . . . 



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