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The little red hen marched into town Dressed in a pretty gingham gown. Her brand new hat was on her head, The hat was green, her feathers red. She pranced right up to the village square And the people saw her standing there. She flapped her wings 'neath the big town clock. Then gave her finest, "Bock, bock, bock!" "Now folks, please listen when I say, Those eggs of mine are hard to lay. Did you ever try to make a yoke? Has a shell been formed by human folk? "You need my eggs for cakes and strudels Why, without them there will be no noodles. I am not alone, just tell me how You guys could live without a cow. "The sheep grows wool out on the farm Then gives it up to make you warm. Without the pig you'd all be waken' To eat my eggs without the bacon. "So now Thanksgiving's drawing near. And I see the turkeys shake with fear. But so your meal is extra nice, They'll make their final sacrifice. "Please, on Thanksgiving say a word In praise of this most tasty bird. Be thankful for your human deal: That part of you won't be a meal! "Now you've heard my pleading squawk And I will start my funky walk, Back to the hen house with my cousins And pump your eggs out by the dozens." I write to laud this little red chick Who speaks so well and dresses so slick. It's not for her she squawks and howls, But in tribute to her fellow fowls. I hope we'll all recall her words And praise the hens and turkey birds. Especially when we say the blessing And place the white meat by our dressing. —-Grandpa Tucker |
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