An old farmer was relaxing on his porch one evening, watching his rooster in the yard running around chasing after the hen.

They circled the yard half a dozen times, the cock in what seemed to be fierce pursuit of the hen.

The farmer’s wife then threw some scraps into the yard and the hen kept right on running, but the rooster stopped for nourishment.

The farmer then lamented: “Good God in Heaven, I pray that I never get that hungry!”