With Apologies To The Animals

Sung to the tune of House of the Rising Sun

(work with me, people!)

There is a henhouse in Piedmont
They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor rooster

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a chicken

She layed a thousand eggs

My father was a ramblin' rooster
With Orange and Yellow legs

Now the only thing a rooster needs

Is some grain and an enemy

And the only time he's satisfied
Is when that enemy is me

------ organ solo ------

(use your imagination....sheesh!)

Oh mother tell your chickens

Not to do what I have done

Spend their lives in sin and misery

In the HenHouse of the Rising Sun

Well, she's got one hand on the henhouse

The other hand on the ax

I'm goin' back to the kitchen

To be fried to the max

Well, there is a henhouse in Piedmont

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor rooster

And God I know I'm one

Ok, so this is ridiculous. I had to vent. That blankety blank rooster attacked me....again! My leg is bruised and my hand was actually bleeding. Cannibal! No, I didn't really chop his head off and fry him....

.....yet.

We got chickens to have fresh eggs for our family and to share with those in need. Why we agreed to take the rooster I will never know. He is so gonna get it one of these days.

And yes.....I scream like a girl. But I kick like a mule. Just ask the rooster.