Under the hen house on my knees
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze
It was only the rooster saying his prayers
And handing out hymn books to the hens upstairs
Poem taught me by my uncle Roy. He taught me others, but it wouldn't be polite to say them in public.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
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