Chickens and Eggs
Uncle Spivy and Dad were in business
It was located in the downtown
They sold poultry and eggs at whole sale
To all the super markets around
Dad would load up lots chicken coops
Go to Arkansas in the big truck
He’d buy range chickens from farmers there
Had to drive careful not to get stuck
Chickens ran loose, they were everywhere
Catch-um and put-um into the coops
We loaded them up and tied them down
Our shoes were all filled up with their poops
In the downtown poultry and egg store
Where the eggs were all packaged and sold
Candle each one to be sure it’s good
Do it son! “Works good for your soul”
This I can tell you with certainty
We had poultry or eggs everyday
Would’ve burned out on them completely
Except Mom cooked them all kinds of ways
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