| 7 September 2000
The Wandering Chicken
Lyrics by Tom Vogl* and Katherine Long* (with apologies to W. S.
Gilbert). Music by A. S. Sullivan (from the Mikado).
A free-range chicken I --
A thing of pecks and scratches,
Of squawks and eggs that hatches,
And dreams of flying high!
My choice of cries is wide,
Through every happening ranging
And let my humours changing
Over the fields abide.
Are you in sentimental mood?
I'll cluck for you,
Oh, poultry, poultry!
On rooster's meaness do you brood?
I'll do so, too --
Oh, poultry, poultry!
With clucks of endless cheer
And sounds of hens so clear
As broody chickens dear
Their flock renew.
Oh, poultry, poultry!
But if birds of prey have suddenly been sighted
I have hawk and other warnings to dispense
From where'er our flock of chickens may be sited
The rooster's hackles rise in our defense!
Our troops in pecking order ranks assembled
Never quail - just all the chickens tried and true
And we shouldn't be surprised if varmints trembled
Before you roosts the flock -- that just went poop.
Chorus: We shouldn't de surprised ... etc.
And if you call for a feed from me
We'll search the ground around
With a peck-peck here where the seed is free
And a worm we see and a bug, whoopee!
Hurray for coopward bound!
Chorus:
Cluck -- squawk, Cluck -- sqawk,
Hurray for the coopward bound.
To perch up high on an osprey pole
May tickle a seabird's taste
But what really gladdens a chicken's soul
Is on the ground
When a treat it's found --
It's spaghetti in my bowl! Slurp, Ho!
Not a bit will go to waste.
Chorus:
Then feed the chickens -- mind the muck
As the corn is scattered round
With a squawk, flutter, cluck
And a peck for the slow.
Hurray for the coopward bound!
* Please note:
This work is copyright 1 September 2000 by T.P. Vogl and K. C. Long
and may be used for non-profit purposes provided the work, the authorship,
and the copyright notice are not modified.
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