3 December: Thank the Chickens

Thank the Chickens When the goose had made my feather bed / He sat back down in his cosy nest Give him half an hour and he’ll feel better He only needs to grow back all his feathers Thank you goosey for my feather bed I looked all round the factory / Searching for the goose who laid that duvet for me I’d really like to shake him by the flipper For keeping me so warm in frosty weather Thank you goosey for my feather bed And when I’m done I’ll thank the pig who laid this bacon When I’m done, I’ll thank the chickens When I’m done, I’ll thank the cow who popped this steak I hope it’s not important what they’re missing The farms are filled with brids and bees / Lamb donor retirees Playing by the river with their grandkids Gambling [or gamboling] not for matchsticks but for giblets That’s the scene that plays around in my head So thank you goosey for my feather bed