Love Those Little Buggers
Could easily eat eggs three times a day
Love those little buggers so much
Thanks to the hens for being so gracious
Providing us with omelets and such
Heard some people even eat 'em raw
Now that's not for me I'm afraid
Said I loved 'em but I must draw the line
Not for me even if I was paid
If hens could talk I'm sure they'd be saying
“What are you people doing
Eating 'em raw was never in the contract”
They'd be clucking like hell or fuming
My relationship with almost all of the hens
Is mutually one of good trust
I go by the rules, over-easy or omelets
Respecting their feelings is a must
May think I'm strange talking to chickens
Have other strange quirks as well
But they'll have to wait for another day
My brain must rest for a spell
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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