When I'm out building fences
It's true I do aspire
To keep my cattle all penned up
With hedge posts and barbed wire
I drive some posts, I stretch the wire,
I try to do it right,
With pullers, luck, and a pickup truck,
I pull the fence up tight
When I turn 'round and look back down
This fence that I have built,
It's crooked, sags, and some wires drag
I slowly start to wilt.
Now sweating quite profusely,
I know this fence can work,
I look back at my silly cows,
They look at me and smirk.
Once more I pull up my sleeves,
My efforts I re-double,
Ha! Take that you silly cows
Now you'll cause no trouble
I'm really proud of my new fence
With posts deep, tall, and wide
I come back to check on the cows
They're on the other side!
That's it, I quit! This fencing stuff
is bad for my morale.
You cows can stay up by the barn
locked up in the corral!