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In Encino there's a veterinarian
who is the Valleys rudest contrarian
He'll insult a shy tabby
Greet a pug: Hey there, flabby!
But at home, he's a kind Presbyterian
5/17/22
The veterinarian is a busy person
He or she has many patients seen
From dogs to cats and many more
Their days are busy and their eves
Healing sick animals to health
Or putting them to sleep
Dogs and cats they always know
When they are going to the vet
They have a built in radar
To know where they are going
The dogs and cats always know
Before they arrive at the vet
Driving a country road quite casually,
A veterinarian never expected to see
A chicken ranch, lush and serene;
But instead of two legs,
All the chickens had three.
When he saw the gate,
He had no will of his own;
After all, in the realm of science,
Chickens with three legs
Were completely unknown.
He drove up to the farm house,
Where he saw a man, his wife and son.
When he inquired about the chickens,
The man said, “Yeah, here’s the story.”
Our vet thought, “This ought to be fun.”
“What we love most is drumsticks….legs.
Yes, we love Ma’s prize winnin’ fried chicken.
If Ma fried one hen, we’d fight over two.
If she fried two hens, we’d fight over the extra.
Her chicken is worth it… truly “finger lickin.”
Caused too many spats in our home;
So I inbred, out bred, over bred these birds
Until I came up with three-legged chickens.”
“Why that’s amazing!,” said the vet.
“Had I not seen it, I would think it absurd.”
Hoping to be invited to a chicken dinner,
The vet asked, “How do they taste?”
“That’s the shame of it” said the farmer.
Now, we can’t catch not a single one.
All that breedin’ has gone to waste.
The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.
He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!
He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,
Deliverin' calves, foals and lambs and performin' tricky operations.
He left the comfort of his bed on many a cold and blustery night,
To help a cow deliver her calf by the mellow glow of a lantern light.
He'd been kicked by cantankerous mules and butted by grumpy goats;
Spat upon by numerous llamas and trampled by chargin' shoats;
Bitten by mean old junkyard dogs and clawed by feral cats;
Gored by irate bulls and pestered by stingin' gnats!
He witnessed the miracle of birth durin' his practice of many years,
And won the confidence of his clients and the esteem of his peers.
Though he had some book learnin' he mostly taught himself.
He never aspired to become rich and had little of the world's pelf.
He recognized that God created all creatures great and small,
And suffered the hazards of the job to treat and love them all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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