The Chicken Story
We had three large houses for chickens
Where we lived on the small farm
We got them when they were baby chicks
Kept them inside out of harm
We had a big bunch of chickens
Seemed like a thousand or more
They just reached the age of pullets
But there was trouble in store
Up in the panhandle of Texas
It could get mighty cold
It’s a must to keep the chickens warm
So temperature was controlled
If fact, there was an alarm system
Went off if it got too cold
It was night when the big storm blew in
Now let my story unfold
Found Chickens all stacked in the corners
They were all dead, no doubt
They huddled up, to try and keep warm
And froze from a power out
Just another tough time on the farm
Lost both the pigs and chickens
Good thing Dad had the business downtown
Or we would have had slim pickins
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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