When I want food on the farm,
I get sharp tools from the big barn.
Whenever I want food,
All I have to do is reap,
Reap, reap, reap.

When I want food late at night,
I get my tools for a bite.
Whenever I want food,
All I have to do is reap.

I could slay some kine,
Tastin' unlike swine,
'Cause they dine on fine hay.
Only trouble, this: meat nix!
I'm vegan; kine-dine not OK!

I feed on oats; they're kinda dry,
My lunch has no matter I fry.
Whenever I want food,
All I have to do is reap.

I am feeling lithe,
So I grab my scythe,
Gonna try cut some hay.
Only trouble is: me miss,
My jeans too light to save the day.

I'm bleeding so that I could die,
I find a rope--tourniquet tie.
Whenever I want food
Now all that I chew is meat,
Meat, meat, meat,
From butcher down the street,
Street, street, street. . . .