A fellow from the city was driving through the country one day when he came
upon a quaint farmhouse alongside of the road – and there was even a farmer
standing out front. So the city boy decided to stop and talk to the farmer.

Good morning, sir, he said, I was driving by, admiring the country, cause
Im a city boy, and I couldnt help but notice that you have a field full of
cows on your farm. Now Ive lived in the city all my life and Ive never
tried any fresh country milk. If its all right with you, Id like to try
some fresh country milk from your cows.

The farmer replied, Son, those are bulls! You dont get milk from bulls!!

And the city boy said, But I wont hurt your cows. All I want to do is to
try some fresh country milk.

The farmer had to try again, Son, those are BULLS!! You dont get milk from
BULLS!!!

But the city boy persisted, Really, I wont hurt your COWS! I just want to
try some fresh country milk!!

So the farmer reluctantly gave in, Son, knock yourself out.

In a half an hour the city boy returned from the fields carrying a pail of
fresh country milk. The farmer scratched his head and started to speak, but
the city boy jumped in with, You know, while I was out in the field getting
this lovely fresh country milk, I saw a fence covered with honeysuckles.
And you know, Ive been city boy all my life and Ive never had any fresh
country honey. If its all right with you, Id like to try some fresh
country honey from your honeysuckles.

And the farmer replied, Son, honeysuckles are flowers. You get honey from
bees.

But the city boy persisted, I wont hurt your flowers. I just want to try
some fresh country honey.

So the farmer tried again, Son, honey comes from BEES!

But the city boy was adamant, Really, I wont hurt your FLOWERS! I just want
to try some fresh country honey!!

And the farmer reluctantly gave in again, Son, be my guest.

In a half an hour the city boy boy returned with 2 mason jars full of honey.
The farmer scratched his head harder than before and started to speak. Just
then the city boy said, You know, Im a city boy – been a city boy all my
life. Now while I was out getting some of that fresh country honey,
I noticed that you have a field full of pussy willows …

Son, interrupted the farmer, let me get my hat.