Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..."

Two military types come up behind the farmer.

Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!"

Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens"

Police: "Vat are you Feedink dem, Comrade??"

Farmer: "Corn."

Police: "Fool! There is a shortage of corn!!!"

They beat him up. Oof. Ow.

Police, dragging him away: "Three years in the work camps for you!"

Narrator: Three years later, ...

Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..."

Two military types come up behind the farmer.

Farmer, standing up some: "Uh oh ..."

Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!"

Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens"

Police: "Vat are you Feedink dem, Comrade??"

Farmer: "Wheat."

Police: "Fool! There is a shortage of wheat!!!"

They beat him up. Oof. Ow.

Police, dragging him away: "Five years in the work camps for you!"

Narrator: Five years later, ...

Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..."

Two military types come up behind the farmer.

Farmer, standing up some: "Uh oh ..."

Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!"

Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens"

Police: "Vat are you Feedink them, Comrade??"

Farmer: "Rubles."

Police: "Rubles? But vy are you feedink them rubles, Comrade?"

Farmer: "They can buy their own food!"

-- Thanks to Bob Jenkins