When the feathers start to fly
And through the dust it’s hard to see
Folks get on the fermented thread
And then they write to Bee
Help me with my chickens
I don’t know what to do
Just calm down child and listen
To what Bee is telling you
Her advice is sound and practical
Like reading scripture verse
Cause she knows what she is saying
She is the chicken nurse
I brought a little chicken home
And I just cannot win
I now have a rooster
And I wanted a hen
Bee’s advice would be
I think like as not
Butcher that little rascal
And put him in the pot!
My chicken’s vent is nasty
And I don’t want to wipe her
Is it o.k. for me
To put her in a diaper
Bee said don’t be silly
She can’t live like that
Just wash her little backside
And give it a loving pat
I have a big old chicken
What it is I do not know
It lays a double yoker
And then it starts to crow
Bee said that is something
For that chicken people will beg
It‘s not very often your alarm clock
Lays your breakfast egg
What do I feed my chicken
Tell me what to do
Who has the answer
Bee, we know it is you
Absolutely awesome little poem and words so true !!
Thank you, Bee for everything you do !!