The Boys, They Want You Living. So There You Are.

Thanks for your milk.

Thanks for harnessing up.

Thanks for letting us ride

In the wagon you pulled

When times got tough.

Thanks for your hide.

You were getting done with it.

Hungry hunters for steak and burger,

You had to give it to ’em.

You made medicine and candy.

And bloody pet food!

Is there nothing you couldn’t moo?

But stay alive?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.