Two bits for farmers.

Sheep!

A sheep is both brainless and stupid and no matter how hard you may try, it' s just when you
think you are winning, it will run to the midden and die!
Now a goat runs it close in the brain race and will give you a whole lot of sorrow, it will seem
to be well then it's belly will swell and she'll die on her bed on the morrow!
But a sheep takes the cake ( and the silage) and will eat you from house and from home and
just when you think the sun's shining, it dies with a cough and a groan.
It studies the old art of dying and passes well kept secrets down. It spends it's short life just
aprowling on the lookout for somewhere to drown.
In a hedge or a ditch, it doesn't care which, whether stuck on a fence or flat on it's back , it'll
die just the same, silly bitch!
It just isn't fussy which way it meets death, it will only be happy when it draws it's last breath.
Yes, a sheep is both brainless and stupid, it's dying is more like a trade . It will die in the snow or die in the rain or die in the sun or the shade!
It will get in the way of the postman who will cheerfully run it quite flat but one way or another , it will die , like it's mother and you'll never stop it , that's that!

And now FARMING.

Sheep and cows and horses, Lambs and calves and foals.
Hay and straw and silage and fence posts needing holes.
Mud , manure and thistles, Nettles, mud and moles.
Tea and cheese and dry bread rolls and mud and sheep and foals!
Punctures, rust and cyclones, Crud and mud and flood.
The trouble is , you see , my friends, Farming's in the blood!