Buffalo and his Brother

Across the wind swept desert,
Where cactus know no man.
Lived a Buffalo and his brother,
Lying on the sand.
Said the Buffalo to his brother,
Why do you lie that way?
But the brother did not answer,
‘Cause he’d been dead since May.
Inside the wide refrigerator,
Where coleslaw knows no man.
Lived a Buffalo and his butter,
Sitting by the Spam.
Said the Buffalo to his butter,
Why do you sit that way?
But the butter did not answer,
‘Cause it was not Parkay.