My Fat
Chook.
She lays
eggs for me, and then
Every night
I shut the box,
To keep her
from the hungry fox.
Though the
fence electric be,
It doesn’t
seem to deter he.
Maybe he’s
become immune;
I’ll have
to make it stronger soon.
Higgeldy
Piggeldy my fat hen,
Is one of
several in the pen;
When it’s
dark she makes her nest,
And settles
down with all the rest,
But later
on when things are quiet,
The fox turns
up to cause a riot.
By then, of
course, the door is shut,
And all are
safe inside their hut.
Nonetheless
the chickens fear,
And in the
morning when it’s light,
The tell
tale signs are there alright,
The damage
caused by claws and jaws,
Where foxy
tried to force the doors.
Higgeldy
Piggeldy my fat chook,
Shut her
eyes and didn’t look,
When
through the little window he,
Tried to
get a view of she.
Poor
chickens didn’t sleep that much,
Terrified
within their hutch,
But in the
morning all was well;
Another
dozen eggs to sell.
You can’t
blame the fox I s’pose,
Seeing
chickens just like those;
Bored with
rabbits, bored with mice,
Any chicken
would look nice.
Pity foxy
won’t agree,
To take the bus and leave them be.
Move on to another village,
Other chicken runs to pillage.
Better still perhaps he'll learn,
How some money he could earn,
Then instead of chicken-killing,
He could spend a well earned shilling,
Buying food down at the shops,
So all that scary business stops.
Higgledy Piggeldy my fat hen
Might just sleep much better then.
Other chicken runs to pillage.
Better still perhaps he'll learn,
How some money he could earn,
Then instead of chicken-killing,
He could spend a well earned shilling,
Buying food down at the shops,
So all that scary business stops.
Higgledy Piggeldy my fat hen
Might just sleep much better then.
© Stephen
Saunders. 2013.
Congratulations Stephen, it all might be coming together... higgledy piggledy or not.
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