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By David "Fuzzy" Gregory		By "Big John" Reddish
There once was a man from Yoder, Who had a peculiar oder. Said his wife, "You can't eat, 'Til you wash off your feet," So he cleaned them both up, and then showed her. I love to harvest the oats, And feed them to all of my goats. If I don't give them grain, They get hunger pain, And eat things like garbage and coats. The buggy races excite me, Although dangerous and risky they might be. If I'm fastest today, I'll go roll in the hay, With the girl who loves the winner nightly. We went to the neighbors' barn raising. Upon the wooden frame we were gazing. A home for cows and hay, Is made in a day, While all the time they are grazing.		There once was a man with a barn, In which he kept nothing but yarn. His cats, so it seems, Have formed into teams, To play catch, but he don't give a darn. In the morning I go milk the cow, And then I go slop the sow. If I don't do my work, My wife calls me a jerk, And won't feed me breakfast no how. I have to wake up at dawn, And put all of my clothing on, Or else work in the nude, Which quite frankly is rude, Or else hire a migrant named Juan.

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