“Well, well, old Bay!

Ha, ha, old Gray!

Do you get good feed when I’m away?

“You haven’t a rib,” says Farmer John;

“The cattle are looking round and sleek;

The colt is going to be a roan,

And a beauty, too; how he has grown!

We’ll wean the calf in a week.”

Says Farmer John, “When I’ve been off,

To call you again about the trough,