Christmas Carols, BYC style!

[chiknwhisperer]

We really need to make a book of carols! I can't think of any to make but all of you are doing so wonderfull. This would be a great book of carols to pull out and sing at Christmas time

 

[Fudgie]

Like the MAD sing along songs.

A snipit of one or two (ok I did the whole thing!).....sung to the tune of Winter wonderland

Doorbells ring, its the season
and you know whats the reason
There's someone out there whos after their share
Sticking out their greedy little hand

First to come is the doorman,
He'll complain he's a poor man
The janitor's next on some weak pretext
Sticking out his greedy little hand

Then will come your superintendent's visit
He will ring your doorbell loud and long
You will open up and ask what is it,
He'll just smile and sing a Christmas song

Later on.....you'll get cash up
From the man who picks the trash up
How nice their all here just one day a year
Sticking out their greedy little hands


OR CHRISTMAS BILLS sung to the tune of Jingle bells

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
Piled on the floor
Every day the mailman comes
To bring a dozen more

Dashing off the checks, all in great amounts
Mailing them today........knowing they will bounce
Bill collectors come,
Notify my boss
Now the've got my salary and my life's a total losss OHHHHHHH

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
I'll go broke and then
When next Christmas rolls around
I'll do it all again

 

[Fudgie]

OR Chicken eggs sung to the tune of Jingle bells

Chicken eggs, Call duck eggs
Lying on the floor
Every day the poultry check
will bring three dozen more

Chicken eggs, call duck eggs
I'll mail out and then
When tomorrow rolls around
we'll do it all again

Dashing off the eggs, all in great amounts
Mailing them today........HOPING they won't bounce
Checking BYC
Waiting on the news
Hope they got the chickie eggs and the PO's got the blues.

Chicken eggs, Call duck eggs
Lying on the floor
Every day the poultry check
will bring three dozen more

Chicken eggs, call duck eggs
I'll mail out and then
When tomorrow rolls around
we'll do it all again


Oh I crack myself up!

 

[HorseFeathers]

Sung to the tune of "the Twelve days of Christmas"

On the first day of Christmas my chickens gave to me
A li-ittle brown egg.
On the second day of Christmas my chickens gave to me
Two blabbing hens
and a li-itle brown egg.
On the third day of Christmas my chickens gave to me
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the fourth...
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the fifth...
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the sixth...
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the seventh...
Seven hens NOT a-laying*
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the eigth...
Eight loud BA-gawks
Seven hens NOT a-laying
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the ninth...
Nine saddles needed
Eight loud BA-gawks
Seven hens NOT a-laying
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the tenth...
Ten eggs per wee-eek*
Nine saddles needed
Eight loud BA-gawks
Seven hens NOT a-laying
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
On the eleventh...
Eleven happy chuckles
Ten eggs per wee-eek
Nine saddles needed
Eight loud BA-gawks
Seven hens NOT a-laying
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.
And on the twelth day of Christmas my chickens gave to me
All their chi-icken LOVE!
Eleven happy chuckles
Ten eggs per wee-eek
Nine saddles needed
Eight loud BA-gawks
Seven hens NOT a-laying
Six pecks on the hand
Five spi-illed feeders!
Four scraggly feathers
Three messy poops
Two blabbing hens
and a li-ittle brown egg.

* = We have seven hens, and most are not laying. We probably actually average LESS than 10 eggs/week.

 

[HorseFeathers]

And to the tune of Jingle bells.

"Barnyard farmyard jingley bells"

Oh, Jingle bells
buck goat smells
chickens laying eggs
Belled and hobbled horses neigh
jingling all the way.

 

[HorseFeathers]

Last one I promise:

Sung to the tune of "Good King Wenclecas"

All the chickens looking out
Fron the henhouse window
Bok-bagoking "let us out"
In the morning's deep sno-o-ow.

So I put on my snow boots
and my heavy co-oat
To go unlatch the pophole door
What hath weather smo-o-ote?

They come streaming, pushing out
Eager to get co-old
I say they better lay some eggs
Cause none is getting o-o-old.

Phoebe's molting, Rita's pecked
bare on her backsi-ide.
They get chilly pretty quick
and go back insi-i-ide.

Lympy, Lillith, 'Phelia
Fatima and Charlotte
crowd around the ru-un door
begging to be pe-e-et.

I give them some scratch instead
and they seem quite ple-eased.
I slog back into the house
through snowdrifts at my knee-ee-ees!

I see them through a window there
The last five go insi-ide
Guess they got a little cold
So they're frozen but ali-i-ive.

 

[mudhen]

I am loving all of these!!!!

 

[Fudgie]

You had me confused Terrie! LOL....I thought WOAH!!! When did all those postings get here there were only a few this morning! LOL

These are pretty good peeps!!!! What creativity and imagination.

 

[cthrash1]

I don't have a song but I do have a poem I wrote for my daughter one Christmas Season
To the tune of "T'was the night before Christmas"

"An Ode To My Daughter"

T'was the night before Christmas
And all through my room
Was piles of messes
I was headed for doom.

I just sat on my bed
And looked all around
Trying to figure out
What was that sound?!

When what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
It's my old Easter bunny
Minus one ear.

He was fluffy and pink
His batteries soon dead
I knew that real soon
I'll have nothing to dread.

As I worked harder
And deeper I dug
I began to wonder
What's that under my rug?

I carefully, cautiously
Lifted it up
Lo and behold
It was dad's coffee cup.

I remember I snatched it
To get me a drink
I snuck into the kitchen
And layed it in the sink.

As I was stuffing
More toys under my bed
I thought I could hear
Santa's reindeer and sled.

I peeked out my door
And what did I see
A great big surprise
And it was just for me!

I turned back to my room
To continue my chore
When all of a sudden
There was a knock on my door.

I opened it up
It was just Mom and Dad
They said "Your room is now clean
And it don't look too bad!"

WHEW!!!!!

By, Cynthia N Thrasher
Winter of 2002

 

[ChickieWhickie]

Sing to the tune of There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays

Oh, there's no place like
BYC for each and every day,
And the holidays
Cause no matter how far away your chickens may roam,
When you pine for your sunnyside up friends
Each and every day,
And the holidays,
You can't beat
BYC sweet BYC

I've met chicken lovers who live in Tennessee
And others who live in Pennsylvania
Everyone here loves their chickens
From Pennsylvania folks all the way down
To Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, peep,
BYCers are terrific

Oh, there's no place like
BYC for each and every day,
And the holidays
Cause no matter how far away your chickens may roam,
When you pine for your sunnyside up friends
Each and every day,
And the holidays,
You can't beat
BYC sweet BYC