Chickens On Vacation

It was one of those warm and clear summer mornings down on the farm.

The sun was rising in a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze was rippling

through the trees.

Out by the barn, the cows were mooing softly; the sheep were moving about

quietly in their pens. The horses were grazing in the pasture and on the

front porch, the dog was curled up and fast asleep. It seemed like all the

animals were happy and content except for the chickens.

There was no doubt about it. The chickens were restless and really

needed a vacation. So they packed their suitcases and off they went.

Around the tractor, under a fence, through a long dark tunnel, it made no

sense.

Across the river, up over the hill and down the road they went.

At the airport, there was all kinds of activity with planes coming and

going. Passengers had just begun loading at Gate #5. When all of a sudden,

out of nowhere, all these chickens started boarding the plane too. They were

wearing sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts. They even had cameras around their

necks. Where in the world did they think they were going?

They bob their heads, com their hair.

Some watch clouds below.

Hear them talk: "Bok! Bok! Bok!"

They're ready for the fireworks show.↻ Chorus

With shorts and sandal, funny hats,

They're dancing in the aisles.

Round they go. Do-si-do.

Look at all those chicken smiles.↻ Chorus

They pick at snacks. Scratch their backs.

Some they cross their legs.

All those beaks pecking at seats.

One hen laid an egg.↻ Chorus

A rooster shouts: "Let's jump out!"

They put on their parachutes.

They open the door.

Count to four. "One, two, three, four!"

They creep to the edge.

They look way down.

"Hey, we're chickens! Yahoo!

(chickens jump out)