Home, home on the Franch,
Where the chickens and the kid-elopes play (half naked and eating peaches).
Where seldom is heard a quiet word (except when the kids are sleeping)
And the eggs are not washed everyday (nor are they all uniformly sized)
P.S. Rach, this picture is for you! Thumbs up!
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo kids roam to the "drive-up" window to get breakfast
Where the chickens and the kid-elopes play
Where seldom is seen a more beautiful egg collector
Or a more terrible songwriterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I would try to craft more catchy lyrics for you, but nah...I'll spare you. :)
2 comments:
Are your pullers laying already or are the eggs from your oleder hens?
Those kids have the best life...the memories you are going to have and the memories they are going to have will make for great 'around the fire' tales.
Linda
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