Mount Foothills.
Early one Sunday Mornin'.

Jed:
"Hay, Jake. spare me a dozen eggs."

Jake:
"Well fer sure, Jed,
seein' you'll spare me a crock of milk."

Jed:
"A swop ain't no swindle.
A trade ain't no trick.
Take ya upon dat, Jake...fast and quick."

Jake:
"Whoa. I'm fresh out of eggs.
You and me eat 'em up yestiddy."

Jed:
"Whoa. I'm fresh out of milk, err...
I mean, I'm out of fresh milk.
you and me drunk up the milk,
when we eat all the eggs."

Jake:
"RATS, I'm ah hankering breakfast,
what shall we do? What shall we do?"

Jed:
"I know what we'll do."

Jake:
"What?"

Jed:
"What'll we git...
if we mate a rooster with a cow?"

Jake:
Well...I reckon we wouldn't git nothin' more than a...
Cock-a-doodle...MOO.