Forwarded from April AKA Lulu Patriot
My rendition of the Night Before Christmas - Chicken style!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the the Coop;
Not a chicken was stirring, not even Bonnie Sue;
The treat bowls were hung on the fences with care, in hopes that The Master soon would be there.
The chickies were nestled all snug in their corner, while visions of meal worms danced there among them.
And Mama the big Hen and me Mr Roo, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my roost to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, peeped out of the wire window, and crowed “An Attack!”.
The moon on the breast of the new-mown lawn, gave a lustre in darkness to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but My Master herself, and eight shiny white bags.
That little old lady, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be our SNACKS!
More rapid than field mice, her coursers she came, and she whistled and shouted and called us by name:
"Now Vikki! Now Harvey! Henrietta and Zen! On, Margaret! On, Bunny! Big Red and you HENS!
To the top of the roosts! To the top of the walls! Now wake up! Now wake up! Now wake up you all!
As leaves from north Texas, the winds they did fly, when they met with great gusts, did mount to the sky;
So up to the barn-top the flock as they flew, with bright eyes and big cackles, even Munchkin was too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on coop floor, the scratching and clacking of each little claw.
As I drew in my head and was turning around, through the door My Master came with a bound.
She was dressed for the winter, from her head to her foot, and her clothes were all wrinkled, stained with manure and 😮oh shoot!
We didn’t care very much, what she chose to wear, just as long as those treat bags soon would be here.
A bundle of worms she had clutched in her hand; looked like an old druggie there opening her stash!
Her eyes--how they sparkle! Her hair was a mess, how merry she was at the door as our guest!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry! Her droll wrinkled mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on her chin showed her age as it goes.
A fresh straw of hay she held tight in her teeth, was used as a toothpick in the time of the need.
She had a broad face and a plump little belly, that showed she was older, consumed her share of jelly.
She was chunky and plump, a right jolly old lady, but I didn’t care because she was my Master!
A wink of her eye and a jerk of her head soon gave me to know that our treats were ahead!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, she filled all our treat cups, then turned with a jerk.
Laying her finger aside of her nose, gave us a nod, out the coop door she fled. She soon found her keys and sprang to her seat, to her truck gave a key twist, then away she did flee.
But I heard her yell something, as she drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas my chickies, lay some eggs OR YOU DIE!!!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the the Coop;
Not a chicken was stirring, not even Bonnie Sue;
The treat bowls were hung on the fences with care, in hopes that The Master soon would be there.
The chickies were nestled all snug in their corner, while visions of meal worms danced there among them.
And Mama the big Hen and me Mr Roo, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my roost to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, peeped out of the wire window, and crowed “An Attack!”.
The moon on the breast of the new-mown lawn, gave a lustre in darkness to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but My Master herself, and eight shiny white bags.
That little old lady, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be our SNACKS!
More rapid than field mice, her coursers she came, and she whistled and shouted and called us by name:
"Now Vikki! Now Harvey! Henrietta and Zen! On, Margaret! On, Bunny! Big Red and you HENS!
To the top of the roosts! To the top of the walls! Now wake up! Now wake up! Now wake up you all!
As leaves from north Texas, the winds they did fly, when they met with great gusts, did mount to the sky;
So up to the barn-top the flock as they flew, with bright eyes and big cackles, even Munchkin was too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on coop floor, the scratching and clacking of each little claw.
As I drew in my head and was turning around, through the door My Master came with a bound.
She was dressed for the winter, from her head to her foot, and her clothes were all wrinkled, stained with manure and 😮oh shoot!
We didn’t care very much, what she chose to wear, just as long as those treat bags soon would be here.
A bundle of worms she had clutched in her hand; looked like an old druggie there opening her stash!
Her eyes--how they sparkle! Her hair was a mess, how merry she was at the door as our guest!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry! Her droll wrinkled mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on her chin showed her age as it goes.
A fresh straw of hay she held tight in her teeth, was used as a toothpick in the time of the need.
She had a broad face and a plump little belly, that showed she was older, consumed her share of jelly.
She was chunky and plump, a right jolly old lady, but I didn’t care because she was my Master!
A wink of her eye and a jerk of her head soon gave me to know that our treats were ahead!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, she filled all our treat cups, then turned with a jerk.
Laying her finger aside of her nose, gave us a nod, out the coop door she fled. She soon found her keys and sprang to her seat, to her truck gave a key twist, then away she did flee.
But I heard her yell something, as she drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas my chickies, lay some eggs OR YOU DIE!!!