You are going to scarf burro fare:
Barley, maize, oats, hay, wheat, and rye.
Remember: meat ain't for which they care.
You'll just love this food for equines.

You will be made to eat with a quirt
(If you don't dig into those greens)
Barley, maize, oats, hay, wheat, and rye.
(Farmers harrowed it for you to fress down)
Your snout in greens, your teeth'll work
(After you've dined, you can drink from the fountain)
First you chew that food for equines
(Eat uncooked fare where no carrion crawl)

Swell is dining from an acre of land
(If you' re not yet full, have a sprinkling of leaves)
Barley, maize, oats, hay, wheat, and rye.
(Watch out for maize that has slivery ears)
Use salt licks; it's hot, and from your sweat glands
(Water will stream out and down your face run)
You might lose your electrolytes

Who wants to eat in this sticky wretched weather?
(Even a splash of claret with green scallions)
Barley, maize, oats, hay, wheat, and rye.
(Getting so logy, you can't have your fill)
Yet you manage dessert: a bunch of heather
(That is quite fermented, and you're horribly besotted)
You get stewed on food for equines

You are going to scarf burro fare:
Barley, maize, oats, hay, wheat, and rye.
Remember: meat ain't for which they care.
You'll just love this food for equines.