CHICKEN DINNER


When Johnnie was a boy,
about nine or ten,
One of his many pets
was a Dominick hen.

He would sit on a rock
by the hen house stand;

The chick would come running
and eat corn from his hand.
Then she would sing her little song,
happy as a sage.

John felt like a lion tamer
with a tiger in a cage.

Now the circuit riding preacher
came calling on the town.
The folks would crowd to hear
him for many miles around.
After a fine sermon
he was asked by Johnnie's dad
To share their Sunday dinner, no
finer could be had.

The family sat at the table,
all the women, kids and men,
When Mom brought in the main
course, a delicious roasted hen.

The preacher ate five pieces,
brought out his gold toothpick.
John ran to the bathroom, for he
was deathly sick.
His mother, searching for a hen,
found one really fat,
The pet that ate the corn from
where her boy sat.
Many years have passed and John
is un-churched yet,
For he still remembers that the
preacher ate his pet.

Author: Earle Bee
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