Science Project Trash

I worked on a farm today.

It's not what you think, though.
I wasn't haulin' hay or feedin' the hogs.
And the summer sun didn't have me sweatin' like a dog.
And I sure didn't fall in love with the farmer's daughter.

Thank you, Rodney Atkins.

Instead, I had to expense weird things, like "hay rings" and "tattoo ink" and "semen".
True story.
Apparently they breed cattle around here.

Happier than a pig in sherbet,
TWS