HAYSEED BURLESQUE (Poulterer's Distraction)
Every day I hear them cackleWhen the church bells ring at noonNear the barnyard by the truck patchWhere the chicken feed is strewn.I observe them in the cornfieldAs they peck among the stalks.Makes me think that Mother NatureHas a thing for chicks and cocks. Chicks and cocks and broken locks.Best watch out for Mr. Fox.It’s so hard to plow a furrowWhen the field is full of rocksAnd you’re easily distractedBy the thought of chicks and cocks.The kitchen clock, it ticks and tocks,But time stands still for chicks and cocks.