Dru's joke reminds me of one in a similar vein:
On the 16th hole of the golf course, Fred had hit his
ball into the woods. Harry, his partner laughed and poked
fun, but then somehow managed to hit his ball into the
woods, just a few yards beyond. Fred looked for a long
time, getting angrier by the minute.
Finally, in a patch of pretty yellow buttercups, Fred found
his ball. Instead of just continuing the game, he took his
club and thrashed every single buttercup in the patch.
Suddenly, in a flash and puff of smoke, a little old woman
appeared. She said, "I'm Mother Nature! Do you know how
long it took me to make those buttercups? Just for that,
you won't have any butter for your popcorn for the rest of
your life...better still; you won't have any butter for
your toast for the rest of your life.....as a matter of
fact, you won't have any butter for anything the rest of
your life!" Then POOF!...she was gone.
After Fred got a hold of himself, he hollered for his
friend, "Harry!....Harry!...where are you?" Harry yells,
"I'm over here, in the pussywillows."
Fred screams back..... "DON'T SWING!!! FOR GOD'S SAKE!!
DON'T SWING!!"