I recall an old cylendar record by Whistling Pete that my neighbour had when I was a kid. On it he played a tune, then told a joke, like the Arkansas Traveller. One of the jokes went something like:

*-My brother and I chipped in and bought a cow, but we couldn't decide how to share it. At last we decided that I'd get the front half and he'd get the back half.
#-Well, that sounds fair.
*-I thought so too, but he got all the milk and the manure and I had to feed the cow.
#-Well what did you do about it?
*-I killed my half of the cow and his half died.