A Free Range Ditty
(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone)
Papa was a rolling egg
Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made
And when he flied-
The coop you know was left undone.
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2018
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