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Chicken Bone Hungry

CHICKEN BONE HUNGRY 

Chicken bone hungry, no food in the home,
All of six people to a chicken bone.

And it’s no laughing matter when the fortunate one, 
is the one who gets to have the last hot dog bun.

Scrape the jar of mayo til all the white is gone. 
Eat the chick’n-bun-dog til not a lick's on the bone. 

Now wait a blame minute, you’re still not done.
Eat the gristle like a chisel n’ front of everyone.

No shame in your game, here’s the straight and the narrow,  
So hungry til you’re chewing right down to the marrow. 

Wait a cotton pickin minute, there's a look on your face, 
Oh Lord, you’ve just forgot to even say your grace.

Chicken bone hungry, may sound far gone,
that after eating all the chicken, you go to work on the bone.

Copyright © Lovie Divine




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