FARM CHAT
By
J Henry Foster
Henrietta the Hen was most put out,
She cackled and clucked all day.
“Whatever's the trouble?”, asked Arnold the Cock
“Whatever's upset you this way?”.
“Someone keeps stealing my eggs”, she said
“As fast as I lay them- they go!”
“Its not fair on a bird-its so absurd
The point is-it concerns me so”
“That’s strange”, said the Duck
“I wasn’t concerned
Until I decided to nest;
I lay nine eggs beside the pond
But they went-and I did do my best”
“Perhaps we should speak to Bertie the Bull”
Said the Hen
“He’s wise and surely will know
After all our hard work, and daily sits
I’m sure it’s the best place to go”.
“Ah Ah”, said the Bull, between mouthfuls of hay.
“Now that could be one of three things
Could be Freddy the Fox or Rodger the Rat
Or a black and white poacher-with wings!”
“Oooooooo!!! “said the Duck.”O’No”, said the Hen
“You don’t mean Maggie, the Magpie?”
“I do indeed”, said Bertie the Bull.
“O'dear”, they said, with a sigh.
“Now it could be the farmer
After all he’s the boss
And without him we would not be here.
He feeds us, and cleans us, and wards off the Fox
So let us be of good cheer”
“That’s alright for you”-said Henrietta the Hen:
“But you do nothing all day,
Just stand and chew grass, and play with those cows
Whilst we have to do all the lay”
“O'dear”, said the Bull. “You are not very wise
To sacrifice just a few eggs.
I know it seems sad, but you will be glad
When the tax man calls for his dregs”
“Your little subscription bears no description
To what I shall have to make
For before its too late-I'll be a steak
Served up with your eggs on a plate!”
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