A farmer answers his door and the city slicker asks if he can get some butter from his buttercups. The farmer stifles his chuckle and tells him, "okay." A little later the farmer watches the slicker walking to his car with a bucket of butter. Couple days later the farmer answers his door and the city slicker asks the farmer if he can collect some honey from his honeysuckle. The farmer puts his hand over his mouth to prevent a laugh and tells the slicker, "sure."
A little later the farmer watches the slicker walking to his car with a bucket of honey.
Couple days later the farmer answers his door and the city slicker asks him if he has any pussy willows. The farmer says, "Sure, let me get my coat."

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