Barnyard Page #3

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Hitting the hay

We'll go hitting the hay

We will rumble and tumble

Night and day

Here we go again

Come grab your friend

Shake him up, shake him down

Try to get a good blend

Here we go, do-si-do

Here we go

- First you hold on tight

- Hold on tight

- Then you dance all night

- Dance all night

Hit the hay!

Better hold on tight

When we go hitting the hay

You better hold on tight and pray

You better hold on tight

When we go hitting the hay

Hitting the hay

We'll go hitting the hay

We will rumble and tumble

Night and day

We'll go hitting the hay

We'll go hitting the hay

With our backsides shaking

We'll go hitting the hay

Wow! This is amazing.

What you looking at?

What? You want some of this?

Oh, yeah, I didn't think so.

Sit right here, honey.

The flowers are beautiful.

See? On time, just like I...

Right.

Cramp! That's a cramp!

Oh, it's cramping!

And release.

- Hello, Son.

- Dad,

I've been thinking,

and I'm willing to accept your apology.

- Really?

- Sure. I mean, it's only right. I mean...

Okay.

I don't mean to let you down, Pop.

I'm just out trying to have some fun.

It's a beautiful night.

I remember when I used to

sit out here with your sister.

- I don't have a sister.

- Oh, yeah.

That was you, wasn't it?

Thank you, all right.

So, are we okay?

- We're okay.

- Great.

See, 'cause I wanted

to ask you something.

My friends are all going

to the barn tonight,

and not that it matters either way to me,

but evidently, I'm needed.

I'm a sort of an integral part

of a musical number.

Yeah, I tried to tell them no, you know?

But they were just so...

I told them, "My dad's not gonna

wanna cover my shift.

"I mean, it's my shift, not his.

It isn't his!" You know?

"I don't want to be selfish.

What's mine is mine, and..."

What do you think?

Otis...

I never thought

I was gonna amount to much.

I certainly didn't think

I'd be in charge of anything.

But that all changed one day.

It was the day you showed up.

I head out into the meadow

and I see this little baby calf all alone,

stumbling around.

You know,

before you became a nightmare.

Well, I took you home that night,

and I know it doesn't sound possible,

but I looked up into the sky

and I would have swore

I saw the stars dance.

At that moment,

I knew my place was here,

taking care of things.

I guess you helped me realize that.

I love you, Son.

- You still want to go, don't you?

- Yeah, I really do.

Not that your stuff... You know, the stuff

you're saying isn't nifty and everything...

No one says "nifty".

I say "nifty." I do, and sometimes

even "swifty." I'll say that.

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