He Is Herding the Hens
Where is the new foreman I asked.
He’s down in the barn, herding the hens
I ran right down. Hens are quite a task.
He had brand new bib overalls; he fit right in
He’s a little young isn’t he? I asked my mom
You were younger, she quickly reminded me
The hens took to him like a hypnotic ‘om’.
I was the proudest parent I could ever be.
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