HAYSEED BURLESQUE
(Poulterer's Distraction)
Every day I hear them cackle
When the church bells ring at noon
Near the barnyard by the truck patch
Where the chicken feed is strewn.
I observe them in the cornfield
As they peck among the stalks.
Makes me think that Mother Nature
Has a thing for chicks and cocks.
Chicks and cocks and broken locks.
Best watch out for Mr. Fox.
It’s so hard to plow a furrow
When the field is full of rocks
And you’re easily distracted
By the thought of chicks and cocks.
The kitchen clock, it ticks and tocks,
But time stands still for chicks and cocks.
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