who has the best sites
I go there most nights
just to read and listen.
Check it out and you will see
What the attraction is for me

As a young child I used to live on a farm
I  really never did anyone harm.
It  was my chore to care for the chickens
and to clean out their houses and pens
which is a thankless job that never ends
and I never thought of them as friends.

Into the chicken house I would always go
moving oh so very, very slow
cuz I knew they were waiting for me
and  there was no way I would be free
of them pecking  and clawing my knee.
They seemed to do it with such glee.

Excited and happy, I felt a great thrill
when t'was Saturday and time for the kill.
The thought of them not having futures
and killing  a few of the creatures
for our Sunday dinner with the family
always brought joy to little o' me!

I was  a "sweet" child of six or seven
but  knew that I'd  make it to Heaven
even though I wanted these chickens dead
this, in prayers to Jesus, I repeatedly said.
I'd promised Him anything to take them away 
and then, this really big wind came one day!

Grandpa took my hand;  to the cellar we went
and we stayed until the big wind had spent
all its forces on farmland, houses, and horses
and ravaged trees with  its mighty forces.
We came  out of the cellar;  looked around
the hens and houses could not  be found!

I was  a small young child and did believe
God had listened and answered my plea!
I was  happy; I danced;  shouted with glee
until that look from Grandpa I did see.
I had given no thought to eggs nor  meat
that from these chickens our family did eat.

Crying, I told him what I had asked God for
as we walked  back to the farmhouse door
He laughed, smiled, and looked down at me
Then said  that I should never believe
that my powers with God were that great;
 hens and henhouses were taken by fate

But, I still felt guilty.  And I knew, as a kid,
 hens had been taken cause of what I did.
So I was careful  what I asked for in prayer
until a few months later that very same year.
They rebuilt the henhouse;  got more chickens 
so I went back to my previous prayers and wishins!

I've grown wiser since being on the farm;
chickens are okay now; they can't  do me harm.   
Fry, boil, broil, roast, b-b-que, or stew; 
anyway you can cook them  will do
As long as they can't ever peck me again
it's all'right by me if you like them, my friend!

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