Henny Penny Mama hen got a yen for some homemade bread The kids were all still tucked in their beds. So off to the store for enough grains of wheat Ground into flour - now isn't that neat? Chickmama wagged it home in a grocery cart No bannies would push it - the mean little tarts. Soon as she got home, she laid a couple of eggs, Woke up the kids - it was a rainy day. Chickbob wouldn't help - he watched TV Animal Planet was all he would see. Chickfanny wanted to talk on her new red cell To the banny she'd met over at Farmer's dell. Chickmama had to go back to the store For milk, yeast and sugar - another big chore. Back home she kneaded and pounded her dough. Rise once, rise twice, to the oven you go. The baking bread just aromaed the pen. The kids called their chickcousins, come in, come in. But Mama hen fluffed her feathers and gave all a swat Her clawed feet scratching wherever they caught. She clucked "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin. Will you eat bread of mine, you no account chickkin." © Dreamer (Twilite08@aol.com) ~INDEX PAGE~