Just Another Day Or Is It?

Git yer nose out of there You ornery little critter Go find yer Ma And get yer own dinner I've got bulls to move, Horses to break, A tractor to fix, And hay to rake. And you think I've got time to play Think again son Now git on yer way. Yer Ma's off there Bawling fer you Be a good boy I've got things to do. Go on, git right through that gate There goes yer lunch Yer a little to late. I warned you son No fault a mine When yer belly starts rumbling Don't come to me crying. That's a girl Cathy You show him the way And thanks for yer help. Oh, by the way darling, Happy Birthday.